Draped in simple attire of black and red,

You were our sole messenger to the world

You spoke our heart, when words remained unsaid,

when you opened up, emotions unfurled

You were fed news, that eagerly was read,

Some sobbed, some sat morose and some just swirled.

You are the landmark, at several blocks,

You will be dearly missed, vintage postbox.

This poem was written for Penmancy’s Taleathlon 5 event