Read a Poem


All oak and acorn overhead –
while down inside this box tip-tilted
into the hedge, there’s just cut
wires and spidery writing to tell
our stories under the church wall

Yes, we bought it for a pound

and we painted it and gilded it.
We shined it up, we lapped it
in the parish’s affections.

Ring out by the church!
Ring out phone bell!

See the daffodil bulbs
come up at its feet.


Here’s one of the poems I wrote for LAST CALL, a project about Herefordshire’s red phone boxes. In January 2021 I was commissioned by Feral Productions to write nine poems for nine red phone boxes located all over Herefordshire.