Margarita Serafimova was shortlisted for the Montreal International Poetry Prize 2017. She was awarded a merit-based fellowship by Summer Literary Seminars as one of fifty runners-up in their 2018 poetry contest. Margarita has three collections in Bulgarian. Her work appears in Agenda Poetry, London Grip New Poetry, Trafika Europe, European Literature Network, The Journal, A-Minor, Waxwing, Nixes Mate Review, StepAway, Ink, Sweat and Tears, HeadStuff, Minor Literatures, The Writing Disorder, The Birds We Piled Loosely, Noble/ Gas Quarterly, Origins Journal, miller’s pond, Obra/ Artifact, TAYO, Shot Glass Journal, Opiate, Poetic Diversity, Novelty Magazine, Pure Slush, Harbinger Asylum, Punch, Tuck, Futures Trading, Ginosko, Peacock Journal, Anti-Heroin Chic, Liquid Imagination, and many other places. Some of her work: https://www.facebook.com/MargaritaISerafimova/?ref=aymt_homepage_panel.
The evening port
was passing into the earth.
It was impossible to be outside the blue.
I looked at the water.
It was the book of life.
After that, I left.
Inside a grave is the Iskar winding.
The sun set, and in the pre-night waft of the blue,
the church, on a light high bell note spoke:
I speak of the love of people,
I repeat, not God’s,
but the love of people.
A ship with its lights on
was sailing away.
The future was banging its fists on the door.
My mood was in the wind –
not good or bad,
Everything was flowing, windy blue,
under an elusive light.
Each day, I was being born from the end.