WATER LILIES
Water glides along like the bodies
Of young women,
Lazily turning, sleepily drifting
Through the shallows and the deeps,
Weaving their lovely translucent limbs
Into oblivion.
When they awaken,
The world wakes with them,
Colour flooding the river bed
Where the long feathered strands
Of green weed
Curl around brown and silver bodies,
Turning them into flowers.
© 2020 Gwen Grant
Poems by Gwen Grant 
The personification you have chosen to portray water lilies is fascinating! I felt as if I was swimming in the river along with these beauties, as I read…🌸
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Thank you so much for this comment. I wanted this poem to draw the reader in to swim with the young women so I found your comment really rewarding.
Gwen.
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