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Leslaine 65 (929 )




Saddleworth


Night falls again, dropping her veil across the moorland and millstone grit.

The bleak and unwelcoming landscape is shrouded in darkness and not fit

for man or beast. Lit only by a hazy moon, soon to be hidden

behind clouds, opaque and inhospitably shaped; sitting on the border

between two counties…arrives The Pennine Way.

By day, the deep valleys are home to the gusting winds

as they rumble and toss, on their ascent to Black Hill then

on to Home Moss.

 

Night falls again, throwing her cloak around the innocents, itinerant souls

seeking solace, away from their moor land graves, shallow and cold

long overgrown, where old memories cling to the shadows and cry.

Laid to rest many years ago but returning, a never ending quest to try

and find another one amongst them…the moor is a perilous place

refusing to surrender. Ever dank and dour. Only one has the power

to release the final spirit….to end the quest and return them all

to Eternal Peace.

 

 

When they find him….and they will find him,

he will be laid beside his beloved mother, returned to her from the bowels of the Moor.

Together they will hold hands in Heaven and the wandering souls will have no cause to wander any more.

 

 

RIP Winnie Johnson

 

 

Dedicated to a mother’s eternal love



Posted 20/08/12 (16:28)
     
COMMENTS (7)
Very sad, all that time, and still not knowing at death, Lovely poem elaine. one of you very best. well done......malcolm
by qintarra
21/08/12 (13:02) (report this comment)
Sad lady, sad life, send her your love and blessings. At last they are reunited. Her quest is over and she is at peace. Thankyou for that poem, Sheila
by sheila
20/08/12 (19:00) (report this comment)
How very sad that that poor lady searched and hoped all that time that she would bring her son home . I do hope that they do find her keith so that he can be laid to rest beside his mum . I also hope that evil pig rots in hell . Excellent poem elaine .
by PETER WARREN
20/08/12 (18:30) (report this comment)
you really capture soul of her search...
by Pelequin
20/08/12 (17:12) (report this comment)
How sad it is when we think of the years this heartbroken lady spent looking for her son, murdered by two of the worst manifastations of evil we have seen. God rest her soul.
by poetester
20/08/12 (17:01) (report this comment)
like it...you from near oldham?
by Pelequin
20/08/12 (16:33) (report this comment)
Great sentiment here Elaine, we are both old enough to remember. Mike
by mike green
20/08/12 (16:31) (report this comment)

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