by Margarita Serafimova
Something inexpressible stirs in the womb
of losses in autumn.
Beautiful, large pomegranates were standing burst open,
penetrated by the crystal light of autumn.
Pain was lightly sleeping, only to awaken later,
to raise its radiant head, and to put on its crown.
A rock in the sea and an invincible church is your voice,
and skies that no clouds pass across now
and that do not reflect the water.
The cactuses on the hillside under the pre-setting sun,
rosaries of the earth,
are counting off its glory.
Margarita Serafimova was 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 appears in London Grip New Poetry, Trafika Europe, The Journal, A-Minor, Waxwing, Nixes Mate Review, StepAway, Ink, Sweat and Tears, Minor Literatures, The Writing Disorder, The Birds We Piled Loosely, Noble/ Gas Quarterly, miller’s pond, Obra/ Artifact, Poetic Diversity, Harbinger Asylum, Home::Keep/ Geocommunetrics, Punch, Futures Trading, Ginosko, Dark Matter, Red Wolf, Window/ Patient Sounds, SurVision, Basil O’Flaherty, Borfski Press, Peacock Journal, Anti-Heroin Chic, Wild Word, Plum Tree Tavern, Oddball, Three Drops from a Cauldron, Sea Foam, Aaduna, MOON, In Between Hangovers, MockingHeart, Renegade Rant and Rave, Tales From The Forest, Misty Mountain, Pocket Change, Poetry Super Highway, Cent, Chachalaca Review, Heavy Athletics, Quail Bell Magazine, and elsewhere. Some of her work: here.