Paul Deaton

August

13 August 2015 1:00 pm

The weather is unseasonably cold, the flat’s floorboards cold. In the garden the courgette flowers but fails to fruit. The…

August

13 August 2015 1:00 pm

The weather is unseasonably cold, the flat’s floorboards cold. In the garden the courgette flowers but fails to fruit. The…

This is May

30 April 2015 1:00 pm

The soot sunk clouds have gone — to blacken someone else’s landscape. The tugging, ripping, girl-fight wind that stole the…

This is May

30 April 2015 1:00 pm

The soot sunk clouds have gone — to blacken someone else’s landscape. The tugging, ripping, girl-fight wind that stole the…

Spring

23 April 2015 1:00 pm

The sparrows banter in the bushes that crowd the walls of the World’s End alleyway as I walk to the…

Spring

23 April 2015 1:00 pm

The sparrows banter in the bushes that crowd the walls of the World’s End alleyway as I walk to the…

Words

16 April 2015 1:00 pm

Late afternoon I speak to Mum on the phone; she’s sorting through her past, four hundred or so odd-sized photographs.…

Words

16 April 2015 1:00 pm

Late afternoon I speak to Mum on the phone; she’s sorting through her past, four hundred or so odd-sized photographs.…

Daffodils

26 February 2015 11:30 am

These sprightly flowers are no cowards. They poke forth sun seeking heads, proudly proclaim when earth remains clenched in winter’s…

Daffodils

26 February 2015 11:30 am

These sprightly flowers are no cowards. They poke forth sun seeking heads, proudly proclaim when earth remains clenched in winter’s…

Bike

15 January 2015 3:00 pm

I sold the sleek black bike you said I should buy. My special treat, in the shop, on my own,…

Bike

15 January 2015 3:00 pm

I sold the sleek black bike you said I should buy. My special treat, in the shop, on my own,…

Black Knight

8 January 2015 3:00 pm

A few forgotten objects Dad passed on: copperplate pens with long nail nibs, still stained black, one coal-fire red, laid…

Stalker

8 January 2015 3:00 pm

The moon comes knocking on our door; a slavish stalker who hangs around all night. The slowest of walkers, he…

Stalker

8 January 2015 3:00 pm

The moon comes knocking on our door; a slavish stalker who hangs around all night. The slowest of walkers, he…

Black Knight

8 January 2015 3:00 pm

A few forgotten objects Dad passed on: copperplate pens with long nail nibs, still stained black, one coal-fire red, laid…