Of Balm, Lore, And Palm

Poem By Walter Enyeart

Swimming off Hawaiian shores,
"Man-of-War" did sting me sore,
Maiden from the jungle palm
Stole to me with healing balm. Hands strummed on my rashes sore.
Sand, salt, sea and oil she bore,
Taught along her native shores;
Shy, and vanished in jungle more. I, alone with healing pores,
Specter-kind with feeling lore,
Maiden printed tracks to shore,
I'll bide these and ponder lore. Tides will wash her prints to palms,
I'll have memory for balm,
Of a day along the shores,
A maiden with healing balm.

Comments about Of Balm, Lore, And Palm

There is no comment submitted by members.


5 out of 5
0 total ratings

Other poems of WALTER ENYEART

Frigate Birds

Nineteen and fifty; Shipped out.
From 'Frisco' on tidal mounts
'Gate bridge, sinking from view,
Changed all sea and sky anew. So this the way of the sea.

South Sea Spoof

"BERT" came up. Helped the roof
Leaks enough to water plants.
need-of-a-roof is bare proof;
Mid shingles and sun, we'll roof. Through this, why should I see thatch?

Run With Me

Hike, stroll, walk and run with me.
O'er sea, and land and air lanes,
That south-bound train is to blame
The whistle called; "run with me." There's South Sea lore awaiting