Today I’m delighted to host a poem by fellow Holmfirth Writer Sally Brown, inspired by the landscape of Saddleworth Moor and the child victims buried there by the Moors Murderers. One of them, Keith Bennett, was the subject of a recent, sadly unsuccessful search. His family still leave flowers by the roadside even today.
Come Back We meet for breakfast cramped in the confines of the car. Fried egg butty and a flask of tea, shared over a view of Wessenden and the shrine to lost children who lie deep in the peat below. The wind flaps at withered flowers as we gaze out over the moor. How easily this landscape absorbs the years of tears and searching, moulding itself to the bodies, covering the tracks of those who know its secret places, revealing nothing. Heading north along the Pennine Way, the path, well-worn and lonely, leads us down past reservoir and clough, followed only by the grouse’s harsh ‘go back’. Or is it a child’s cry that catches in the breeze? “I am here beneath your feet. Don’t leave me, come back, come back.”