Long after the stories had faded from screen and newspaper, many parents remained haunted by the unexplained disappearance of Madeleine McCann from her family’s holiday accommodation in Portugal in May 2007.
Now, as part of the sickening body of evidence that has emerged of widespread and indiscriminate 'phone tapping on the part of journalists chasing stories, her parents' ongoing agony is exposed to public scrutiny once again as they appear before the Leveson Enquiry into the News International hacking scandal.
And, once again, the face of three-year-old Madeleine returns to haunt us.
MADELEINE AND MINE
When in public places the blood-bright stories
flap like order papers, like petitions in the hands
of the opportunists; when home movie zoetropes
stutter out one hot, bright thirty-second span
of a kid and a garden summer long ago, strung
between some bleak financial forecast and
another war; when a tiny CCTV phantom stumps
into her past forever (and no pixel fog’s too thick
to blur her sweet familiar peg-leg roll), I want to
gather you all into my infinite embrace and sink
like a tangled anchor down into the good dark,
we denizens five, down where the dream began.