The Revolutionary

 

You’d understand
why I’d leave
hills, unbroken water
those daffodils
to forge
a brokered stand
high above the Thames
shorn of its fields, yet
rising
and still
be unsurprised
at my returning;
a wild and old exile
now home.

 

Written for and selected by The Wordsworth Trust for the Wordsworth birthday poetry competition, April 2016.