Poetry: Homecoming by Michael Newman

The Cotswolds / Photo: Matthew Dixon [shutterstock]

The Cotswolds / Photo: Matthew Dixon [shutterstock] - Credit: Archant

Michael Newman of Bishops Cleeve, Cheltenham, writes about the feeling of returning to the Cotswolds in his poem ‘Homecoming’

I thrill to my wolds again,

To the winch and the tumble

Of the valleys,

To the crooked willows

Delineating water course,

And the kestrel hovering

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On puppet strings,

Ready to plop.

I thrill to my wolds again,

To the raven’s querulous pitch,

To the storms backing up

Over Birdlip,

And the gather of cranesbill skirts

Along single-track lanes.

I weep for my wolds again,

For the Ancient Woodlands

Rooted out,

For the art of the stonewaller

Laid to moss,

For the beauty spot

Now walled-in and claimed

By Des Res,

Suitably unaffordable.

Each man finds his own poison,

And grows immune.

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‘Homecoming’ by Michael Newman

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