Apotheosis

 

The radiant shadows of the clouds, great,

were standing on the invisible depths.

Life, as always, was in the halls of the ending.

 

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The sun is burning the summer for a new beginning.

Only cicadas in their symphonic madness

quite know what that means.

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A dance they were, under falling leaves –

a dance was sex,

a dance was old age,

a dance were the gentlemen;

dancing were the ladies.

 

Falling were the leaves on the choros, for an end to summer –

leaves of plane trees,

leaves of life, which is turning,

and love and parting is not telling apart.

 

The choros was wheeling inside itself,

a spiral, a seashell,

having no end, or beginning.

 

I saw this one evening on Ikaria.

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Pre-potential

 

Indo-oceanic clouds, full, full,

dense with resplendence –

boundless mighty white pleasure

from one’s own nothingness.

 

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The blooming eucalyptus, filled with bees, told me:

“I am no one,” as I looked up into it.

I was standing under the buzzing tree,

and was no one myself.

 

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Do you have a sense of time?,

I asked you.

Your dark eyes stayed on me.

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Above the high seas, soaring were a swallow –

fleeting time,

and a desert falcon – eternity.

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A demon is standing and looking at me –

will I take a wrong step?

He is shreaking soundlessly:

green are the pine trees, glittering is the sun.

 

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To be loved as I love you

is all the bells of life

to be ringing one morning.

 

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Before me was the way of summers,

mysteriously azure.

In my soul, I had the image of a ship.

It was saved.

 
Margarita Serafimova was a finalist for the Erbacce Press Prize 2019 and 2018, Christopher Smart (Eyewear Publishing) Prize 2019, Summer Literary Seminars 2018 and 2019, Hammond House Prize 2018, Red Wheelbarrow Prize 2018, Montreal Prize 2017; nominated for Best of the Net 2018. She has three collections in Bulgarian. Her work appears in Agenda Poetry, London Grip, Waxwing, Trafika Europe, Landfill, A-Minor, Poetry South, Great Weather for Media, Orbis, Nixes Mate, StepAwayInk, Sweat and Tears, Leveler, LightHeadStuff, Minor Literatures, Writing Disorder, Birds We Piled Loosely,Chronogram, Noble/ Gas, Origins, The Journal, miller’s pond, Obra/ Artifact, Arteidolia/ Swifts&Slows, Memoir Mixtapes, glitterMOB, TAYO, Guttural, Punch, Tuck, Ginosko, etc. Visit: https://www.facebook.com/MargaritaISerafimova/?ref=aymt_homepage_panel.

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