male choruses a cappella.
It is Sunday, I am in my heart.
WE WERE SENDING WORDS TO THE SKY ABOVE THE ROOF, BATHED IN MOON
We were being moon, and we were becoming words.
We were flying in our bodies in a quietude.
I REALIZED I WAS UNAFRAID
After, I saw the sun
had risen.
NEW SONGS ARE NEEDED
Dark is the window.
The fountain is unceasing.
THERE WAS MUCH SILVER, MUCH LIGHT
It was not heavy, it was not old.
It was the kind that makes new life.
TELL THE BEAUTIFUL WOMAN
that we have boats and rooms,
and breezes,
and she is invited to step in.
ASTRAL SPHERES, WE PASS
and align,
and the eon shines out.
WHEN WE SEE THE SLEEPING WHALES
vertical in the abyss,
your eyes are from before Creation.
YELLOW DARKNESS
in an open circle.
MY IMMORTAL SOUL, AFTER THE BEAUTIFUL CANYON
when the music is over,
will assume another name and will begin again anew,
regardless of the world.
Margarita Serafimova was shortlisted for the Montreal International Poetry Prize 2017, Summer Literary Seminars 2018 Poetry Contest, 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 poetry collections in Bulgarian. Her work appears in Agenda Poetry, London Grip, Trafika Europe, European Literature Network, The Journal, A-Minor, Waxwing, Poetry South, Great Weather for Media, Orbis, Nixes Mate, StepAway, Ink, Sweat and Tears, HeadStuff, Minor Literatures, The Writing Disorder, Birds We Piled Loosely, Chronogram, Noble / Gas Qtrly, Origins, miller’s pond, Obra/Artifact, Blue Mountain Review, Califragile, TAYO, Opiate, Pure Slush, Harbinger Asylum, Punch, Tuck, Ginosko, et al. Visit: facebook.com/MargaritaISerafimova.
