Stuart Miller-Osborne

The avian civil wars showed no signs of age. Each battle was as fresh as its predecessor Of all wars, civil wars are the most bloody High causalities had been suffered on both sides In a corner of the aviary away from the conflict there ran a small river, shallow but with a fast flow…

If I cross the fault line of your love will you guide me as I explore your geography? I will build a raft from your stricken bark and sail amongst you The neutral light of the stars will guide me I am everything without you but will not leave     On the road leading…

In our antiquity we will witness your birth in the house of our nativity     In late 2011 the skeletons of a man and a woman were unearthed in Italy. There were in the position of embrace.

I have hidden my history in a box of fruit you will not find me

h o s e w h o i g n o r e   t h e c u r v e o f t h e s k y     v w  e   i    r            b e s                  e l                                          a l                                            t n                                             e e                                              d          …

on the pale reflected sands the reclining sea leaves no fine tracery

You haunt the caverns of the seven hills oblivious to your musical name but hum the chants of the nocturnal as you weep at the news of the spring.     1975

Lay ye in the Cuckoo-Buds Once more Sweet Eglantine Then clothe thyself In my Lady-Smock And we will dine at the Violet tables   A short poem by a George Dymock (1810-1846) found amongst his papers  

Uno When awaiting trains never wear a scarf whose colour matches that of the waiting shelters Dos During the chillier months collect red leaves and dry them Tres Question why Honeysuckle is not found near busy highways on the shorter days Cuatro Never travel across bridges with less than six arches Cinco When danger threatens…

the last bus fades into the exhibition of light it is empty as no travellers care for its direction of travel You have seen the moonrise through my tinted windows I have noted your liquid grey eyes We sit at a street table and share a cup of coffee I sip from your saucer the…