Six Poems by Margarita Serafimova

You were naked in the shadow.
I saw a cup of coffee by your side, you were sitting
with the calm of a man with a kingdom of culture.
I was in the sun.





Ancient, lightened by sensuality, palms
stand in the heavy sun in the wind, and move,
Mauritanian deities with no end in the light





Not superior,
the eagle, brown and mottled, leaving the white rocks,
and lightly entering the wind above the sea,
is peerless.





Exploded flames of dark green swelter,
centennial juniper trees embody
the almighty, eternal life of the Cyclades.
Falcons fly above.





I stood above the vertigo of the wind with a mind full of emptiness,
and said to the sea:
You took me.





You were ascending the hill when you met death.
In a joyous voice and with no words,
she told you where to find the spring,
and you kept ascending.

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Bio: Margarita has published one book of poetry, "Animals and Other Gods", in the Bulgarian (Sofia University Press, 2016). Her second book, "Demons and World", also in the Bulgarian, is forthcoming in March 2017 (Black Flamingo Publishing, Sofia). 

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