THE NEXT TIMES
by Margarita Serafimova
The next times were surrounding me,
and everything in their evening light
was quivering with unconscious potential.
I was yearning for you, for an answer from you
when I raised my gaze to the air.
An incomparable life.
A person in love is walked by a road.
When they reach the crest,
they walk on air.
The high wings of survival were unfolding and folding,
and unfolding above the water in mind-boggling beauty.
I was above ruin.
A horse was riding me.
That horse was darkness.
I had nothing but its dark.
And a heavy saddle.
A cry with woe.
About the Author:
Margarita Serafimova was shortlisted for the Montreal International Poetry Prize 2017 and Summer Literary Seminars 2018 Poetry Contest, and long-listed for the Erbacce Press Poetry Prize 2018. 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, Chronogram, 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, Ginosko, etc. Visit her: https://www.facebook.com/MargaritaISerafimova.
