Tuesday 17 February 2015



Your large expanses form a contrast 
To the stark white sky onto which you open yourself.
You are the chair of an exclusive club,
Seat of the heavens, 
Home to wild horses, to Cathy and Heathcliff, 
Dog walkers, writers, and early risers. 
You are beautiful, but unforgiving. 
It takes effort to reach your heart, 
Tearing the clothes from my hot skin 
Only to clutch them tightly again 
As the cooling sweat raises goosebumps. 

Instead of braving the gradients
I was content to grow restless in the valley, 
Awaiting my escape into the big busy world. 
But despite myself, I miss you.
I miss the unforgiving wilderness 
And the wind shocking the pink into my cheeks. 
You're wild and wily –
You got deep under my skin. 
And like a nagging, itching feeling, 
You're calling me home.

Poppy Turner

The longer that I am away from home, the more homesick I become.  Poppy's beautiful poem transported me straight back to the Yorkshire Moors.  I did brave the gradients and walked over many moors and dales when I lived in Yorkshire.  They got deep under my skin.

They are definitely calling me home...


  1. Hi Marie,

    I bet they are. I haven't ever been there much myself, but I know from documentaries how lovely they are. I think I feel the same way about Simonside and the Cheviots. Maybe it's your body telling you it's time for a holiday? :)

    Best wishes,
    Tash xx

  2. Perhaps you will return soon to wander those moors again - even if just for a few weeks:)

  3. Oh, this touches the heart... And this touches my heart is such a BIG way, as I'm missing my home country too. The longer I'm away the more deeper it cuts, the more homesick I feel. The days go... But one day... One day--HOME! :o) I hope so for you too, my friend! ((LOVE & HUGS))