Being is infinite.
A joy is overflowing me –
it is independent of my finite being.
On the princely brown hill, a mulberry tree stands, dark with plenitude.
Who are we to have moods, facing
the unknown, the next instant?
was a substar abyss.
Look into the deep.
In the pale pre-evening, wasted by elemental torridity,
the slanted light, elusive as a myth,
was crossed by an Eleonora’s falcon,
and the colour of his breast was revealed–
Mycenaen red, under dark wings,
white throat, face drawn like one of an ancient person.
The sun was marching on me,
my breaths were my line of defense.
The sun said: “Surrender your arms.”
I said: “Come and get them.”
Margarita Serafimova has been shortlisted for the Montreal International Poetry Prize 2017. She has two collections in the Bulgarian, “Animals and Other Gods” (2016), “Demons and World” (2017). Her work is forthcoming in Agenda, Trafika Europe, The Journal, Ink, Sweat and Tears, Futures Trading, Poetic Diversity, TAYO, The Punch, Aaduna, Three Drops from a Cauldron, Sea Foam Mag, Plum Tree Tavern, SurVision, and appears in London Grip New Poetry, A-Minor, Minor Literatures, Noble/ Gas, The Birds We Piled Loosely, Obra/ Artifact, Ginosko, Dark Matter, Window Quarterly/ Patient Sounds, Peacock Journal, Anti-Heroin Chic, Wild Word, In Between Hangovers, MockingHeart Review, Renegade Rant and Rave, Tales From The Forest, Misty Mountain Review, Outsider Poetry, Heavy Athletics, The Voices Project, Cent. Some of her work is visible by clicking here…