Stuart Miller-Osborne

When the puppet masters were assassinated were the puppets set free or did they became freedom fighters?   There is no such thing as revolution (only chaos)   There is a lot to fear from stupid men   All true revolutionaries are unseen   Ten letters create revolution   During a revolution, more ink is…

As a child My world was dominated By Sea Captains But I failed to notice That my boat was rudderless And now as I drift aimlessly I can only count the stars as my friends     Found written in pencil on a wall of a house in Rotherhithe in June 1975 and translated from…

Functional As I fell from my hotel window I ordered a coffee and a newspaper So that I might read an account Of my suicide   Captain Du Kelly Captain Du Kelly Gave his sister Glass beads As she gave birth   Angers In Angers I used A wheel jack To eat my cheese  …

We wearied should lie down in death And drink the sleep of centuries I should not want to see your light again As Heaven’s brightness satisfies all       In 1938 the remains of the poet Matthew Prior were accidently disturbed by literary historians in search of elegies by Edmund Spenser and believed buried…

Pigeon One A solitary pigeon Stood on the cobblestones Watching the Night Freight pass It was carrying seed   Pigeon Two A pigeon thought That it was being observed As it flew high above The Sunflower Fields   Pigeon Three As a lost pigeon Flew near the angry sea It was attracted By a beautiful…

Phillip and Judy had always liked the village clock which stood proudly in the middle of the green next to the tennis club where their mother and father were playing bowls. They would often lie on their empty stomachs for hours just to hear the eleven chimes of the day.   Phillip and Judy would…

Dearest As you may be aware Toby and I are currently in the Lake District. The weather is wonderful as I hope it is for you although the newspaper’s report quite dreadful weather where you are stationed. I trust that they are erroneous in their reporting. Today we visited the Screes at Wastwater which I…

The Sniper Behind the burnt trees the ochre dawn was planning its strategy for the day. All armies were massing; it would be a good day for a battle I thought as I filled my musket. My first cloudy shot killed a passing sniper who like me had awoken an hour earlier. Unlike me he…

Do not brush the pollen from your skirts Lilly Franks You dance with violence in my orchard a branch rips your blouse and your breast is exposed the bees feed on your nectar You name one of these bees Vivid Princess and tell her stories of a Bee-Wolf Who lives in a dovecote and powders…

My proud stone was reading Malherbe Et La Poesie Francaise whilst sitting next to Constance Wilde