- The great ridge above Edale
As you drive across the Black
Moor from Chesterfield
To Hathersage
Clouds race each Other
Across the Sky
Sunlight and Shadow
Race Past
The black scar tissue Of
Drystone Walls
Walls put up by Men
Even after two Thousand
Years
The black bones Of
Carls Wark
Are still There
The black flesh of the Moor
Slow at Healing
- In Mickleden Beck
All seems lost except as Shelter
To the Weasels and Voles
Gold Autumn
Bracken falls and Softens
The Wounds
Healing over with Acrid
Black Crowberry
Grit wreathed deep In
Sweet Bilberry
Grey grit Bones
Cold forged in Winters
Hearth
The old stones Tempered
Left naked
A funereal pyre of Forgotten
Memories
- The long Moor Bleaklow
