On preparing to leave for the UK

[Joey Automata]

Yours are the shores that childhood built
from Toyland to the Old Mill, Smugglers Top
to the Enchanted Wood. Somewhere between
seven and fourteen, castles grew over the fairy rings
and witches hunted kings to Ynis Witrin. Later,
druids sang to flame and forest as three goddesses
tripped over hearth and heather. There, together,
yet still apart: in mountain mist, in salmon streams,
there lies my heart.

Wow. Very good. The title seemed a little boring at first. But after I read it, it seemed fitting. I don't know anything about London but I liked that you appeared to be very specific. There isn't any filler in this poem. It's packed with content. It's very condensed, which I think it's a good thing. I don't like sparse poems. I like the enjambment. The first and last lines are very good. You personify "shores" as something that built a childhood (and I guess you personify "childhood" too, so that's doubly good). The final line, "there lies my heart", is simple but fitting. You even sprinkled in some rhymes (rings/kings) and alliteration (hearth/heather). There's a lot going on in this little poem.