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Welcome to The Red Wheelbarrow Poetry Group

The Red Wheelbarrow Poetry Group – more opportunities for poetry

“So much depends . . .”

 

The Red Wheelbarrow was launched in January 2021 with a view to providing opportunities for poets, and those who love poetry, to meet and read. Our aim is to provide an inclusive platform for poets from diverse traditions, and at different levels of experience.

We host weekly Zoom readings every Thursday at 7:30 p.m. Evenings consist of a reading by a featured poet, usually lasting for between 30-40 minutes, followed by a Q&A session, a short break, and then an open-mic session, in which anyone who’s ‘tuned in’ to hear the featured poet is welcome to read from their own poetry or from the work of another poet. 

We also host in-person readings in Cape Town on the first and third Wednesdays of every month. These readings begin at 7 p.m. and follow the same format as the Zoom readings. Readings currently take place in Bertha House in Mowbray (on the first Wednesday of the month) and in Tokai Library (on the third Wednesday of the month). 

Information about our readings is made available via our weekly circular, as well as our Facebook and Instagram pages:

https://www.facebook.com/theredwheelbarrowpoetry
https://www.instagram.com/redwheelbarrowpoetry/

An archive of our Zoom readings can be found here:

https://www.youtube.com/@redwheelbarrowpoetry/videos

We hope that you can join us in these adventures, and that we can continue to provide poets with a vibrant space in which to share their poetry.

Yours in poetry,
Eduard Burle, Sindiswa Busuku, Jacques Coetzee, Kirsten Deane, Lisa Julie, Nondwe Mpuma, Melissa Sussens

 

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Writer's pictureThe Red Wheelbarrow Poetry

Brian Walter


When I once taught poetry

a colleague asked me to work up

an anti-litter poster for her project:


I had more to show, I reflected,

than tell; and so I drifted across the road

to the empty plot of long dry grass


to glean scraps of our humanity

from a mental metre I marked out

and squared amongst the stunted shrubs,


and I collected all the litter there

to pin up, annotate, and hopefully

to engender reflection on what we do.


Mine was so unlike the other posters

that people stopped and pointed,

but I saw that what caught their eyes


amongst chip packets, flat milk cartons

and plastic was the old story, the mystery

of the torn open pink condom sleeve.


(published in This Recurrence of Light, Ecca, 2022)


Featured at The Red Wheelbarrow on 4 August 2022 as one of the Ecca poets


Writer's pictureThe Red Wheelbarrow Poetry

Steph Saunders


The hatches safely battened down;

in the light of the soot-blackened lamp,

they attended to what passes for foreplay between pirates.

Their black hats with the skull-and-crossbones,

were carefully shelved. The eye patches stayed in place.

They helped one-another unbuckle

their swords and sidearms. She insisted he remove

the cutlass from between his teeth, before he kissed her.

His parrot was jealous, and bit her ear and had to be

un-shouldered, caged and covered.

He slowly unscrewed his hook-hand, so needed help

to remove his wooden leg; something he seldom did,

but she likened it to going to bed in his boots.

At first, she seemed distracted by the tattoo on his chest,

of a ship, in full sail, flying the Jolly Roger, and what

looked like a large barnacle beneath it

but after a few barrels of rum, they were lustfully engaged

in extra-marital combat. Afterwards,

repeating what his parrot had been saying

all along, from under the cover, all he could say was

“Yo ho ho!”


Featured at The Red Wheelbarrow on 2 August 2022


Writer's pictureThe Red Wheelbarrow Poetry

Bususiwe Mahlangu


My mother's mother has done this suffering for my mother

My mother has done this suffering for me

This is how I inherit a scar


Featured at The Red Wheelbarrow on 28 July 2022


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