Stuart Miller-Osborne

After the racing we will retire to our sea house Where we will enjoy tea and buttered scones I am sorry to hear that your sailing injury has confined you to Deal But I have always advised you about sailing too close to the Goodwin Sands Give me the Solent any time dear brother she […]

Wilton Windmill I am told by the old men of the village That St Andrew was crucified on your dark sails Whether this is true or not is not my concern But today I have been accompanied By The Lucia Jacinta and Francisco Who will sprinkle Holy Water on your master bricks And absolve you […]

Those who witnessed the dawn are fading gradually Some remain in small communities under the decorated trees Temperatures are in the nineties Everything is busy but still From my vantage I can hear pan pipes mixed lightly with heavy rock People are dancing near the stones and chanting ancient words Whose meanings were lost over […]

I exist near the crossroads Guarding the crosses Of the policemen that died That is my eternity   In 1876 two policemen were murdered by local poachers near the Folly Crossroads on the A338 not far from Hungerford Since the 1920s two crosses have marked the place where they fell

Hilary Lyons sat in her bath in the middle of a cornfield She should have been collecting flowers for the church But because of the heat she had decided to take a bath instead After about an hour the new curate jumped into her bath And began washing her sins from her back Later after […]

It usually rains on Fathers Day But not this year The grandies are in their paddling pools In Somerset and Kent Enjoying the home summer waters

Hot Days Ideally one should be near water on hot days such as these A river a pool or even a stream would be agreeable The dog streets of busy towns Should not be considered suitable For the gentlefolk of the placid counties   Hot Days Ideally one should be naked on days such as […]

The Bride She stands naked hidden by a tree Watching her hunter on the hill path Her faithful hound has donned a disguise To fool the stream side bees Inspired by the copper engraving by Edward Calvert   The Swallows Come friendly swallows Do not hide from me I have brought my dear mother To […]

Anti Fergus But who killed Anti-Fergus It could not have been me As I was under armed guard at the time My police statement after the assassination of Anti Fergus (July 1970)   Anti Fergus But who killed Anti-Fergus It could not have been me As I was imprisoned at the time My police statement […]

I remember when you were in the sun fields with me Cutting cloth so that you might make a shirt Those were busy days but slow And I only now appreciate them In our separation   This poem was found by Caron in a copy of Paolo and Francesca at Windsor Railway Station on the […]