Margarita Serafimova

 

Margarita was shortlisted for the Montreal Poetry Prize 2017, Summer Literary Seminars 2018 and 2019, and Hammond House Prize 2018; long-listed for the Christopher Smart (Eyewear Publishing) Prize 2019, Erbacce Press Poetry Prize 2018 and 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, Landfill, A-Minor, Poetry South, Great Weather for Media, Orbis, Nixes Mate, StepAway, Ink, Sweat and Tears, Leveler, Mookychick, HeadStuff, Minor Literatures, Writing Disorder, Birds We Piled Loosely, Chronogram, Noble/ Gas, Origins, The Journal, miller’s pond, Obra/ Artifact, Arteidolia/ Swifts&Slows, Memoir Mixtapes, glitterMOB, TAYO, Guttural, Punch, Tuck, Ginosko, etc. Visit: https://www.facebook.com/MargaritaISerafimova/?ref=aymt_homepage_panel.

Awe.

Stars in procession.

Sensual love.

 

 

It was a river.

We were being held by the smoothness of the waters.

Nothing stood still but the shores.

 

 

Κυκλάδες 

 

(Cyclades)

 

It was a circle.

The islands – my lives, were seeing

one another.

 

 

The wide open tulip, its red filled with slender dark brushstrokes,

commensurate and lightly potent as the thoughts of the Cosmos,

is capturing the rays of that which humankind calls soul.

 

 

I do not see you in the multitude

on deck.

You are the ship.