Margarita Serafimova | Poems

Your neck was my hunting field.
The hollow in it was a crater of the moon.
I was tripping on it in weightlessness.

The white afternoon moon, the airplane that passed in the previous air,
the boats standing in their own reflections –
everything is your wake.

Ian-Simmonds-moon-and-plane-reduced

Margarita Serafimova has been shortlisted for the Montreal International Poetry Prize 2017. She has two collections in Bulgarian, Animals and Other Gods (2016) and 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, and Cent.  Visit her on Facebook. Photo by Ian Simmonds on Unsplash.com

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