One rainy midweek morning earlier this summer, I made my way to the Jewellery Quarter train station in Birmingham, and met up with a cameraman. We made a recording of me reading my poem Pride of Place, and I got back on a train and headed back to Wolverhampton.

Last week I got to see what he’d done with the poem. It’s breathtaking. Thanks to him for creating such a beautiful film, and to West Midlands Railway for commissioning the poem in the first place. If you’ve a couple of minutes to spare, you can watch it here.