Stuart Miller-Osborne

We seek the new day And await the fading clouds Dark mornings will glow

Splendid horizons The morning is full of light Sharp shadows witnessed

Misty spires shadow The golden suns fine display Gentle creatures sleep

The stickiness of the blood is identical No matter the army The supple earth has never disguised its disgust All men die as heroes I weep at the ugliness of it all     Richard Simms (1942)

Golden Mists Golden mists brittle Will fade during this warm day Beauties short pageant   Slow Leaves Slow leaves descend chilled Against a fast fading sky The suns warmth weakens   Early Morning Rain Early morning rain Wind from the east gathers pace Wet paths expected

The Poetry Field There is paleness to your skin Dress before the winter months chill you   The Poetry Field Warm caressing air Humble beginnings betrayed Dark season ahead  

I admired your youth I admired the fullness of your summer But now as we wait for our winter I am no longer seduced by your vivid colours   The Second Spring What Colours! But your brittle textures Inhibit me   The Second Spring I have been seduced by your velvet decay The small deaths […]

The Alphabet Trees Have Helped Me And Continue To Help Me God Bless The Alphabet Trees

I own a brightly coloured beach hut in Brightlingsea Which I occasionally visit I also own a fish and chip shop here in Sandwich Which I have called Papas Fish & Chip Shop As my grandchildren Call me Papa And enjoy fish and chips But they do not like my beach hut As they consider […]

Well that is not strictly true As no famous Irish writers or poets Have died here I live in this small town But I am not Irish And I hate the taste of oysters This said I consume Five sandwiches each day To aid my delicate constitution Before I swim in the sea I am […]