The Pool’s Siren
As my eyelids closed, a slumberous haze,
My mind drifted to a swimming pool,
Where a woman with dark brown hair did blaze,
Her beauty captivating, beyond cool.
Young she was, before she took the plunge,
But as she dove, her age seemed to transform.
Bubbles danced upon her lips, a playful surge,
Yet where she swam, remained a mystery’s form.
“Angeline,” someone called, a name unknown,
“37 years old,” my mind did then resound.
Though I knew her not, her image shown,
Her tanned skin glowing, her presence unbound.
The swimming pool, a crystal blue abyss,
A witness to this surreal event.
Before Angeline, a teenage miss,
With curled dark hair, her charm did heaven sent.
But then, her image changed, as if by spell,
To an adult woman, with a tale to tell.
Thank you for reading, hope to see you next time.
