Very Bad Archive
Innocence
Erik Berard
She
Guided
His feather gently
He lay back against a pine,
Lighting his cigar
She was in command as if
She was arranging
The cast of her characters
Onlookers watched,
n amazement,
There was
No lack of instinct,
There was
No lack of direction,
With glimpses of their nonchalance,
Who could doubt the wisdom of
Such a match?
Erik Berard has published another poem since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Erik's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Erik's latest works: