Stuart Miller-Osborne

Many years ago I was on a train travelling through the Spanish desert when the woman opposite me asked if I would open the window As soon as I did she expressed her excess milk from the train I thought little of it until I travelled back through the desert some weeks later Where there […]

Phillip and Angela Feed the Pigeons The mother and daughter were chatting on the coach They did not draw breath I know it was so tedious At least they got on together That is good I went through a traumatic time Stella Why was their conversation that boring It was the one on the subject […]

I watched my church slowly die Its handsome features corrupted By the thoughts of others   I was powerless So I closed my eyes     Church I found my church Dead last night It was cold and still There was no warmth   I was powerless So I closed my eyes

I spent some time looking At the surface of a lake But soon realised That I did not know What lay beneath the surface

In the late summer of 1975 And during May of the following year Jean and Ken completed two walks Around the Western Lakes Over forty-five years later Will and Jane sailed across Windermere In their canvas bag wrapped in thin scarves They carried Jean and Ken’s little guidebook

Most people think about poetry When crossing this lake But nobody records their thoughts   Windermere When crossing this beautiful lake You begin to wonder If you understand beauty at all   Windermere It is said that when time stands still That the world commences its rebellion

Always in the distance The hilltop clouds Were always distant I could see them reflected On the glass surface Of the silver lake

Yesterday we walked along the Altrincham Road I listened to the planes taking off from the airport And was encouraged by Jane to clown a little between flights A road sign on a roundabout had been shattered in a recent collision But the beautiful flowers nearby had not been harmed This fact brought us both […]

On the 1st of January Judith began making a chocolate cake She was helped in her task by her best friend Rosalind And a torero fresh from the bull-ring The cake was to have a cinnamon topping Which was a radical departure from her previous cakes That torero who was much taller than either of the […]

 I am standing here with my stellar friends in front of your statue You watch the trains arrive and leave with the pleasure of a child on its first outing St P is splendid again and this was partly down to you and your friends It is now the gateway to the near continent Paris […]