First Day

POETRY

It was the first day of the growing of the sun.

Words by & illustration by Monica Perez Vega


Suddenly I was gripped by the fear of the end of the journey

and the new beginning.

The ship was arriving.

We were being left alone without the past.

 

 

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I heard a ring of silence.

I was being summoned by magical, festive people,

tall, of refined bearing and faces.

That day I was about to send your present time to you.

 

 

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The day your life was about to change, and to change mine too,

the air was full of gray light,

fear and sureness of my own worth were mixing in me.  

It was the first day of the growing of the sun.

Winter was penetrated by a germ.

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, StepAway, Ink, Sweat and Tears, Leveler, Light, HeadStuff, 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.