Margarita Serafimova, Bulgaria
A group of snakes is crossing my path.
I ask them:
Mistresses, where are you going?
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The Sea
Of blue gold hammered by the wind—
it answers my heart when my heart answers it.
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For the Persian mountains,
there is no language.
Only light.
Margarita Serafimova was shortlisted for the Montreal International Poetry Prize (2017), Summer Literary Seminars (2018 and 2019), and University Centre Grimsby International Literary Prize (2018), long-listed for the Christopher Smart (Eyewear Publishing) Prize (2019), Erbacce Press Poetry Prize (2018) and Red Wheelbarrow Prize (2018). She was nominated for Best of the Net, 2018. She has three collections in Bulgarian. Her work appears in Agenda Poetry, London Grip, Waxwing, Trafika Europe, and elsewhere. Visit: https://www.facebook.com/MargaritaISerafimova/?ref=aymt_homepage_panel.