A Muse

There seems to be a huge sense of relief in this poem besides seemingly adrift on a current of melancholy.  The observations, particularly the clock, were striking.  It seems every English pub I visited when living there had them.   I don't know why, but this poem reminded me of the time I went to Norfolk Va to meet my brother, who was coming in from what was supposed to be a six-month stint aboard his Coast Guard Cutter; however, had evolved into almost a year due to severe weather in the north Atlantic shipping lanes.  

Anyway, I will never forget that feeling when the cutter rounded the bay and sounded that horn - the energy from the wives and mothers and sons and daughters and fathers was overwhelming joy and relief.  Somehow I garnered that same energy from this, albeit I am certain the circumstance differs somewhat.

I particularly enjoyed the Talisman tercet, and the subsequent imagery it evoked, as though kissing the ring of the Pope, or Royalty.

I really don't have any immediate suggestions for honest critique at this point.  The energy was quite overwhelming so I am going to digest a bit.  I may have something on my second read.

Other than that - an excellent capture of emotion.

Thank you!

This was a quick write last night, and I didn’t think that it amounted to much as a poem, so I’m totally pleased that it evoked such memory and imparted such energy for you.

I look forward to any suggestion that you may have.

As ever, thank you for the time taken to read and comment.

Kind regards,  SeaCat

SeaCat, this is without a doubt, the most amazing poem I've read from you thus far. I have nothing to suggest other than commas after shrouds and talisman and a semicolon after transgress.

A comma after shrouds and talisman - yes, they improve the flow.

I’m a bit lax and hit and miss with my punctuation, so your suggestions are much appreciated.

I’m slightly buzzing following your comments, because this was pretty much a quick write before sleep last night, and I did not think that it amounted to much of a poem :)

As ever, thank you for taking the time to read and comment

SeaCat

On the contrary.

Sometimes our best writes are effortless; even difficult to remember because we spend so little time dwelling on them.