One of the aims of the Stanza Stones was to inspire other writers. On the poetry seat, we met Poppy Turner, a young poet who wrote about the moor for a national competition in order to become published. In her yellow knitted cardigan and Dr Martens, she was also feeling the pinch of the brutal weather and the time-eating-faff of filming, and was bordering hyperthermia by the time we’d finished. Nevertheless, Poppy’s feeling for the moor was clear in her verse, which she wrote after moving away to London:
Learning to Love You (Ode to the Yorkshire Moors)
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
These words by Simon on a winter’s breath, faintly evaporating to slowly erode the stones holding their messages: “for thousands of years, people have been coming up into these wild places and expressing their desires and ideas through carvings to an audience of the wind, the gods and the sheep”.
The Stanza Stones whisper a reply to many who have been here before us.