Guatemala

A poem by Alan Denman

white sun
strokes
the folded land
clouds
sleep on green hills
four stern horsemen
drive their cattle
to new pastures
on a rock
by a river’s edge
a woman
scrubs a pair of jeans

Guatemala

lake estor
is a vast blue mirror
stretched
from shore to shore
a second world
in which
her body soft and liquid
a woman dances
with a pair
of jeans
and laughing horsemen
chase their shimmering cows
across the waves
forever
whipped cream clouds
juggle hills
like green cups
and white suns
burst and multiply

photo by Marco Antonio Reyes via Pixabay

About the Author

Alan Denman is a poet storyteller, visionary freedom seeker living on a narrowboat in the heart of London. Read more of his work at www.alandenman.com