A poet in the making?

It doesn't happen very often, but every now and then my other half, Robert, does something romantic. Like the time he didn't just make me a plate of chips, but a plate where each chip had been individually and paintstakingly cut into a love heart... I know, must have taken him hours!

Then there are the occasions when he's written me poetry. Oh yes, I've had a few poems over the years, all for my eyes only on account of his embarrassment, of course. Although he did read one of his verses out to those in attendance when we renewed our wedding vows a few years ago.

Anyways, the other day he asked me if I'd read another one of his poems, except this time it wasn't written with me in mind; he just wanted to know what I thought about it. Obviously as an author I know the last person able to give objective feedback is a family member, so with his permission I wondered if you'd all do the honours on my behalf?

 

Gone

A poem by Robert Tullett

 

Finally, he's fast to sleep

Of no distraction was my weep

I'll bathe my arm, I'll cover my bruise,

I'll clean my face that he abused

I can no longer dance this song

Just having to simply play along

 

Then after making sure it's calm

I'll gently wake our broken kids

I now invoke my strongest charm

So not to raise immense alarm

I reassure to stem their fear

And wipe away their frightened tear.

The light once far and often dim

Now screaming out and well within

Down the landing, to the stair

Scared to death we pass the lair

Relieved, we hear a drunken snore

 Memory of a bully's roar

Tears now streaming down my face

Gulping hard & quickning pace

Its time to leave this bad, mad, place

That screams of utter, sheer, disgrace 

Please cry quietly, little ones

I promise soon we shall be gone

Into the darkest cold of night

We huddle close to beat the fright

We grip, we cling, we feel its sting

Hearts now loud and echoing

And so to safety, so to light

 eradicating all our plight

 

 It did I fear take all my might

But now at least, we can sleep tight!

Personally, I like it. I think it's powerful. But despite having had poetry published I have to say I'm no expert. Which is where I'm hoping you'll all come in. 

 

So, guys, what do you think? Could Robert be a poet in the making? x