Weekly Serial Poetry: Saqil pa Q’equ’mal: Light in Darkness

About this Book


The Mayan myths of the Popol Vuh are at once sensual and ruthless, none more so than the trials of Xibalba. In the oral and written traditions of this indigenous people, the road to the ancient underworld is well-marked, its fearsome tests legend. In a series of thirteen poems, a modern woman takes this time-honored journey through good and evil and what lies between, finding strength and refuge, union and reunion, and new purpose in primeval pleasures.

© 2016 Mari Anne Christie

III. Ab’aj: The Stones

The bustling is furious, the noise
of the market shaking.
The sound of seekers
being stripped of illusion.

Limestone houses, stucco walls,
thatch on sturdy adobe,
open iron latches, masks and
godheads hanging from doors.

“There are no locks,”
Anaya observes.

His glance is amused.
“Those who keep property
do not abide trespass.”

To read the rest of Section III, go to the blog page.

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