VALENTINA YORDANOVA

 

 

Sunset Of A Love In Flight

 

Love departed and set off on a distant road.

It took flight and I watched it vanish into infinity.

It spread its wings wide with the flock of autumn.

There in the sky it faded from sight.

 

In its footsteps bitter weeds began to grow;

the scent of burned grasses drifted in the air,

the dew fell away, darkened by smoky shadows,

condemning me to cold as I crawled in solitude.

 

Behind it, the precious and beautiful memory was torn apart.

My heart ached with a pouring rain of sorrow.

Wounded – its pulse slowed, as if it were fading,

tired, it fell asleep, yet in its dream it longed

for her – that poppy-red, fiery love within my thoughts.

 

In my soul a bell tolled – last goodbye

slammed the door behind it and locked the sadness away.

And somewhere I heard a bird’s song – torn by the wind,

turned into ragged white winter grief.

 

From the depths of the earth I caught the breath of demons;

withered and dried like the root of a tree,

cut down in a single stroke of weakness and raging force.

Only flashes of a heavy sin remained –

a tangled gaze upon the fence of parting and silence.

 

 

Yet hope is born in the coolness of spring’s bloom.

Love will come to me – like a white swallow in flight.

I believe it will build its nest where I hurt the most,

after the ruin, longing for joy and fresh air.

And the snowfall that has long remained in my soul

will turn into summer kites and a white wedding bed.

 

Translated By Yoana Konstantinova

 

My Soul Weeps In The Tunnel

 

My soul - a crawling rainworm -

twists its body and burrows

into deep black holes beneath the earth.

Drunk on its bitter sap,

it falls asleep in the cold bed

of torn and withered cores - silent.

And the blood melts from my body - like snow

at the bottom of a swamp-like phantom dream -

where the day is a fading quiet flame,

and winter furies rage with their wild hair.

 

And darkness descends from above - scattered,

as if tar-black wine were pouring down,

with rain that smells of mournful incense.

Thunder shatters and shakes the sky.

Suffering sprouts in endless waters.

 

My soul rots in the soil - flooded -

rooted deep within a long tunnel.

Hope is mute. Salvation - a curse.

My body is worn away, helplessly shedding.

It aches - condemned and nailed in delirium.

 

And the earth trembles in powerful fear,

my tears - seized by autumn -

sink into a murmuring rain-touch

within the eyes of a quiet, beautiful love -

whose gaze is heavy with tender memories,

kissing the dreamed image of a beloved woman.

 

And after it the sun caresses the earth,

the sea gently soothes and whispers to the shore,

the sunrise bursts open, staring into the morning,

the night of parting sadly embraces the day,

clouds weep and kiss the grass with dew…

My soul weeps, yet still kisses your soul.

 

Translated By Yoana Konstantinova

 

VALENTINA YORDANOVA

 

VALENTINA YORDANOVA, writing under the artistic name Accordia, was born in Mezdra, Bulgaria. She holds a Master’s degree in Preschool Pedagogy and Psychology and works as a kindergarten teacher. She has been writing poetry since her school years. Her work is a sincere expression of love, pain, dreams, and lived experience. Love – tender, beautiful, and sometimes painful – remains her central theme. Her style is lyrical and figurative, shaped by emotional imagery and inner reflection. She is the author of long lyrical poems, each carrying a fragment of her inner world. She also writes children’s poetry. Her poems have been published in Bulgaria and internationally in magazines, newspapers, and anthologies, and have been translated into Albanian, Serbian, Spanish, Croatian, English, and Arabic. She is an awarded author. Her heart dictates, and her soul writes – that is her poetry.