Being a poet I have been slowly getting together a collection of poems inspired by our trip to Alaska. The opening poem of my collection is one written about Denise Lake and inspired by our lovely - if not too short - stay with you. We only wish we had more time and money to come over again. You were so welcoming and we felt very much at home.
Here's the poem - just a reflective one - which I'd like to dedicate to you and we hope it finds you both well.
Angela and Lyndon Howard-Thompson
Loon - on Denise Lake
It’s the call over still water
echoing round the bay of my mind
some yearning undefined.
A loon owns this lake
at dusk and at dawn reminding me
of things unresolved.
I row out to see her
smooth grey feathers impervious to rain.
Queen of the underworld she dives
For how long will she haunt me
She resurfaces, the water rolls off her
like a world one forgets
but I cannot.
She swims head high
but what does she keep fettered
under those black and white prison-bar wings?