Stuart Miller-Osborne

I walked away from the beach Up a short hill towards a church Through trees overhanging and full   The church was empty and quiet With the memorial candles Flickering gently in the breeze   The illuminated doorway glowed Sharing its light with the interiors I could feel God in the air     Kingsdown […]

Viola in answer to your question the gates in question are simply called a torii these are traditional japanese gates usually found at the entrance to a shinto shrine they identify the gateway between the sacred and the mundane   Outlaw Viola Outlaw   thank you for contacting me as you are aware i am […]

I often spend time in libraries Thinking of large trees Their ages interest me greatly As they never celebrate birthdays   I have a tall poplar tree At the end of my large garden It was planted by the architect Who designed this beautiful house   My father was going to demolish the tree When […]

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Manon had invited me into her imagination It was a place of freedom Of wonders so clear That you understood them immediately   The passages of the imaginarium were empty And I was free to come and go at my leisure But I chose to stay as I had succumbed To the fascinations of the […]

I am married to the most wonderful man He is gentle and very cultured And we never have cross word He buys all my clothes as he has an eye For what suits me and what does not I must confess that not all meet with my approval But I pretend to like them and […]

I have lived next to level crossing Since the age of thirteen It is policed by automatic barriers And apart from a couple of incidents Nothing major has really happened That was until the last day of May When a motorcyclist ran the barriers And was hit by a train and killed I did not […]

I hope that God appoints me as the next Jesus Christ Or at least in a senior supporting role As I am a good man Who is full of compassion for others To tell you the truth I am beginning to tire of being a Samaritan It is full of calls from people who are […]

the hearse the horse the driver  nothing more    These were Pirandello’s instructions about what should be observed at his funeral He died suddenly in Rome in December 1936 Do you remember watching Kaos at the cinema with me Anna Very much I consider the movie to be cinematic poetry The scene on the pumice […]

There is something quite unremarkable about this city station Its architecture is dull and predictable and it is quite dark in places Any advantages that it might have possessed are hidden well But this is where I catch my trains travelling south So it holds a special advantage in my quiet reflections As I know […]