Swallows
and Amazons bonfire lifts smoke above the lake.
Saga
girl, Icelander, here for the vista - watches the lake.
The
valley has heft and height and horror and the lake.
Hollowed
out by glaciers, heroes, and volcanoes - the lake.
In the
distance grey slopes lead to the mountains.
the
Icelander, here for the vista watches the mountains.
In her
hostel room saga girl hears a flute from the mountains.
The
glacier wrenched apart and later wretched up the mountains.
Moraine
is the technical term for the mounds in this district.
In the
book I borrowed about the district
I learnt
that it was glaciers that made the vistas that make this district
Every
year, for majestic views, Saga Girl hits the lake district.
The lake,
the valley, the mountains - in their majesty - sounded as thin as a flute.
All
her plans succumbed at once to the vista and to the flute.