All posts tagged: Stepaway

“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 …

‘She’ and other poems by Ceinwen E. Cariad Haydon

You must not   I did, I did. And, afterwards wind whips, rain falls. I cannot see beyond waterfalls sheeting down from miserable eyes, sluicing nose, cheeks, chin and feel etched trails of aged laughter lines, awash with running snot.   I slap my face, to blot out inner pain. Fingerprints mark shame, sting of secret sin secreted on my skin, stigmata aflame. Lust chose me, I chose you. I did, I did.   You must not.   Haunted   I didn’t see young Icarus fall from the sky that day, I didn’t see the rays of sun melt his wings away.   And I didn’t see his strong white bones stripped of flesh by gannets. Nor did I hear his last faint cry, nor did I see the fret shroud down, nor did I ask the reason why he ever tried to fly so high.   But I did dream a resting place, but I did dream a mountain stream, but I did dream a place to lie, but I did dream he waxed …