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As I have seafaring ancestors in four branches of both mine and my husbands families, I truly can relate to your poem Rupert.
It was a very hard, dangerous and much undervalued service and occupation in the past. An Island nation like Great Britain could not have survived without its Merchant Seamen and Navy.
An enthralling read Rupert tone-aged to fit the mood, sorrow, and unease of the old-ordinary suddenly rendered mysterious by the unknown, with wonderful, descriptive verses, and effect of the last lines creates epic, lingering images. . . Sounds like the journey of life
I can well imagine billowy sails propelling us to look deep inside our dreams. . The ship commences at the navigation by the stars and we focus on the skies, The Southern Cross, The Milky Way, and other points of light that await on the shores
I wondered if the relationship of this poem would be associated with my, just prior posts, on going back to the old days and different childhoods. It's the context you see. Our thoughts are mostly inter-related to produce concepts I think. I should not have worried...you guys have depth. Thankyou.