“In A Southern City” and other poems by Margarita Serafimova

Brilliantly dark, beak shining golden in the noon —
an ornament of an Egyptian god,
the Eleonora falcon in flight
is manifesting above the incandescently brown island
what it means to be a prince in whom time is.

 

That Which Is Coming Is Unknown

On a dark September dawn, in my head,
I was leading a conversation with a man I desired.

In a Southern City

As soon as I went out the underground,
the Sun was there, and took me in its arms.
We made love as I was walking.

*

The sunset goldenly entered
from raised clouds.
Love was exiting.

*

At dawn, August languished away.
High summer passed
in the grasses.

*

When I die,
at the exact moment when soul leaves body,
a baby will cry.

“In A Southern City” and other poems are © Margarita Serafimova

Margarita Serafimova was shortlisted for the Montreal International Poetry Prize 2017, Summer Literary Seminars Poetry Contest 2018 and the University Centre Grimsby International Literary Prize 2018; long-listed for the Erbacce Press Poetry Prize 2018 and the Red Wheelbarrow 2018 Prize, and nominated for Best of the Net 2018. She has three collections in Bulgarian. Her work appears in Agenda Poetry, London Grip, Waxwing, Trafika Europe, European Literature Network, A-Minor, Poetry South, Great Weather for Media, Orbis, Nixes Mate, StepAway, Ink, Sweat and Tears, Mookychick, HeadStuff, Minor Literatures, Writing Disorder, Birds We Piled Loosely, Orbis, Chronogram, Noble/ Gas, Origins, The Journal, miller’s pond, Obra/ Artifact, Blue Mountain Review, Califragile, TAYO, Opiate, Squawk Back, Harbinger Asylum, Punch, Tuck, and Ginosko