Stuart Miller-Osborne

Dieppe She collapsed in the street Whilst in transit She was thought to be a derelict Without luggage Shortly afterwards she died quietly without a murmur Her brother had planned to design her gravestone But no one could remember where they had buried her       2018

Wind from the East Glass tears fall from my frozen eyes As the ice winds scratch my cruel face The ballroom floor is almost deserted Which is a pity as the band is playing my favourite tune Dazzle   Dazzle    Dazzle   Dazzle   Brutal March The freezing sands have covered the early flowers There are no glimpses of the […]

Snowdrops The Fair Maids of February Have joined us now Let us climb the church towers And welcome the Spring Journey to the Stars Last night as I was travelling home I paused for a while and looked at the bright stars In the cold night sky For a brief moment I thought I was […]

On each day for over twenty years George Barlow walked the short distance towards the lakeside picnic tables where he enjoyed his sandwiches That was until last Tuesday when he unexpectedly died whilst sitting at his favourite table George had always shared his sandwiches with the gentle gold robins but about a year ago they […]

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A slave is one who waits for someone to free him Who said that Ezra Pound Are we free No Have we any guns No Will we ever be free We are free       Outlaw