2019 POETRY COMPETITION

IT GIVES US GREAT PLEASURE TO PUBLISH THE NAMES AND POEMS OF THE WINNERS OF OUR 2019 THE HEART OF THE MOON POETRY COMPETITION

YOUTH CATEGORY:

Jamie Davids – winner

Emihle Sigidi – 2nd prize

Danelle Snyman – 3rd prize

Zurayday Fortuin

Lukhanyo Gwebityale

Mothibedi Sefatsa

Zindi van Zyl

Lida Jansen

Olana Zilwa

ADULT CATEGORY:

Sue Woodward – winner

Jane de Sousa – 2nd prize

Dorian Haarhof – 3rd prize

Laina Lesicnik – Highly Commended

Hiemstra Trust Open Afrikaans Category

Tanita da Silva – winner

Suenel Bruwer Holloway – 2nd prize

POEMS OF THE WINNERS

YOUTH CATEGORY:

HEARTLESS MOON

The moon’s heart is not so together and harmonious as you think

I tell you…she’s fickle, beguiling, perplexing

and

she’s never there when you need her

…like the other night when we’re walking home late

and our anxious angry, parents are waiting at the gate

and it’s dark, damned and dangerous out here in the Bush

But without the light of the moon

we’re not gonna get home soon

I’ll be in trouble for sure

But the moon doesn’t give a Tush

Then the next night she just pitches in the sky

without so much as a “sorry bro”

and as large, bright and beautiful as god’s eye

eaten into perfection by heaven’s scavengers

Giving power to plants to help then grow

Wolves howl at her feet

Her sharp rays pierce into my

yearning heart’s beat

to confuse me

so!

By Jamie Davids

THE DAY MY GRANDFATHER (TAMKULU) DIED

When mother and father died, and we were so young,

and now are stars in a galaxy beyond time and space

You were my sun:

I relied on to nurture me.

Your bright consistent light lovingly guided my transitions from childhood to maturity

through the waxing and waning of my cycles and phases

I was your moon:

Your hearth and your home

Your receptacle: A keen listener, archiver and believer

in all the adventures and tales of tamkulu.. the Sun God.

You learned to feel through my laughter and my tears

as I, like a full moon to a tide, pushed and pulled you to my will.

On the day you failed to rise

my world turned cold

gravity began to unfold

and now I’m sucked into dark black hole

My centre will not hold.

By   Emihle Sigidi

Ma(an) hart van my siel

(ode aan my ontslape ma)

Die nuus van jou dood

was vir my soos ‘n geweerskoot.

HARD! SEER! En VOL PYN.

Ek was dan tog so klein.

Ma(an) hoekom het jy my verlaat

en alleen hier agter gelaat?

Ek mis jou elke uur van die dag

veral saans; as die maan skyn in die nag.

As die maan egter skyn

vergeet ek van al die pyn.

Ek wens ek ma(an) net een keer ontmoet.

Al is dit net vir ‘n vinnige besoek.

Ma (an) is die hart van my siel

en kyk elke dag na jou ewebeeld in die spieёl.

Deur   Danelle Snyman

Maan

Die maan het craters

en is alleen, want hy het geen maters.

Hy gaan deur baie fases

met sy ronde basis.

Ek sien die maan snags,

maar nie bedags.

Die maan wentel om die aarde,

maar bly altyd diesefde.

Die maan gee my nuwe hoop

en tyd sal sê hoe my lewe verloop.

Maan, dankie vir jou lig.

Alhoewel ons almal van die Aarde wil vlug.

Deur:   Zu-Rayday Fortuin

WAX WORKS

When I look at the moon I see

it gazing back

reflecting the mystery of me:

I try to hide

keeping all the fears, tears and self doubt

locked tightly inside

But its at night

when the moon seeks me out

to open the padlocked gate

and let the nightmare escape

Like the moon that dwells in the darkness in order to be seen,

in those dark desolate, disheartened moments

it is through self-reflection

my hidden truths are revealed

And to my surprise they don’t they no longer frighten

they enlighten and thrust me towards the next phase

Now I awaken, rise, stretch, embrace and wax

into a transforming version of me

By   Lukhanyo Gwebityale

A MISSIVE TO THE MOON

Dear Ms Moon

GETTING TO THE HEART OF IT

Let me explain

Your heart is generally in the right place

Especially when you are full and your light will illuminate

my strengths and fine qualities considerable.

But then you do an about face

…you wane and constrict, restrict and invigilate

putting me to the test, exposing my mistakes, making me miserable.

But then you won’t leave it there

…you get darker.. stalking me at night

turning my dreams into a nightmare.

And when my heart is encrusted in pain and begins to break

It is then, via these cracks, that your love and light shines through

regenerating me anew

And so…

I thank you.

By   Mothibedi Sefatsa

THE HEART OF THE MOON

Proud and high

the moon paints the sky

a colour so white and crisp

that it rips through the darkness

sparing no pardons

and later concealing the scars

by covering them with bright, beautiful stars.

With daybreak her last work is stolen by the sun

announcing that his work has just begun.

Willingly she then surrenders her throne

for a reason well known.

Once more

she

dies                                   rise

so                       can

her beloved

By   Zindi van Zyl

Die hart van die maan

Die hart van die maan

Huil soos ‘n lopende kraan

Waar kom ons hulp vandaan?

Saans sien liewe maan

hoe die wêreld vergaan

dwelms, misbruik, en inbraak

Dit raak nooit klaar

Liewe, Aarde wat het van jou geword?

Ouers huil oor hul verslawende kinders

wat hul besteel selfs tot op ‘n bord

Waar is die dae van lifelike vlinders,

pleit die maan

Alles neem ek snags gewaar

Dit maak my skoons naar

Bloed vloei oor paaie

Weereens is daar sterwende kraaie

Bloed vloei oor ons land elke dag

Dit is my roetine elke nag

Om oor julle te waak

My doel is vir ‘n goeie saak

Maar die hart van ‘n maan

sal huil soos ‘n lopende kraan

terwyl die wêreld verby sy oё vergaan

Liewe vader, waar kom ons hulp vandaan?

Deur   Lida Jansen

THE MOON, GOD, THE SEASONS, THE TREE, AND ME

NEW MOON – WINTER

IN THE BEGINNING WAS THE WORD

New moon – an idea, a code, containing, dreaming, imagining

like a seed in the dark waiting

like me incubating

WAXING MOON – SPRING

 

GOD BREATHING OUT

Waxing moon – ascending, awakening, expanding

like a sapling emerging, unfolding, stretching, rising, reaching, budding

like me growing, learning, becoming

FULL MOON – SUMMER

 

BEING

 

Full moon – realising, flourishing, shining

like a tree in full bloom bearing fruit

like me expressing, creating, excelling

WANING MOON – AUTUMN

 

GOD BREATHING IN

Waning moon contracting, refraining, harnessing

Like a tree dropping its fruit, shedding its leaves ready for pruning

Like me reassessing, letting go of what no longer serves my right of passage.

By    Olana Zilwa

POEMS OF THE WINNERS

ADULT CATEGORY:

running with the moon 

we ran with the moon along an unfolding shore of silver

no start to the race, or finish, unknown to each other

we ran

to beat the tide, to drown in a quicksilver sea

to meet our shadows in naked radiance

wheeling like gulls, smooth as seals, flying like fish

we ran

between two rivers, salt sucking at our footprints

feet scattering coins of water drops, bright as tears,

old as pieces of eight, young as bitcoin

at the fast moving ribbon of river, we pulled up, rearing,

milling like white horses, until at an unspoken word

we retraced our steps

moonwashed

ghost crabs at low tide

By: Sue Woodward

MOON RISING

brown owl swoops

grey mouse dies

pine coffin glows in candlelight

silent woman weeps

new moon rising

pea hen stands asleep

chicks buried under wing

tired mother smiles

boy child sleeps

crescent moon rising

small fox stops to sniff

ears pricked, nose alert

desk lamp pools on open books

young student frowns

half moon rising

tom and she cat tumble

playful in long dry grass

two lovers kiss pressing into

soft cool sand

full moon rising

By: Jane De Sousa

Lucifer, 1969 and the Moon

Some say Lucifer the devil fell

from the heavenly realm

for he saw himself as the source

of light, not reflecting divine fire.

In a cold war space race

fifty years ago, was it part Lucifer

that landed the Eagle lunar ship

so man could plant the Stars and Stripes?

When the first man, his heart thumping,

giant stepped first on our world’s moon,

did his boot scraping the surface

raise a spark of Lucifer light?

As our astronaut thrust a spade

into her crust in search of a sample,

he uncovered a heart made

of moon shadow and mirror light.

For the moon in all four phases and faces

humble powdery planet that she is,

does not see herself in such a grand way.

She bathes in shades of ambiguity.

She speaks to our planet in a tongue

that shifts the tides, calls night crops forth,

breathes to the rhythm of a woman’s cycle

and makes space for lunatics, lovers and poets.

By: Dorian Haarhoff

Heart of the Moon

what if

you remembered each moment

you were going to die

would you say what you mean

utter that angry word

have the conversation

accept the invitation

miss the opportunity

sit with your father

in his failing twilight

watch the moon rise

what if

limping about in slippers

finding the right puzzle piece

turning the last page

threading the next stitch

sipping coffee in the armchair

glancing at the moon

over the mountain

with a grateful heart

could be enough

dying or not

By: Laina Lesicnik

Belofte van die nag

As kind het jy

Donkerte leer vrees

slu-skakerings van swart en party-

keer ‘n visioen, ‘n gees

net soos die naguur wou

hê, want jy is geleer

om aan angs vas te klou

soos ‘n slaaf geïndoktrineer

om slegs bokant te kyk

verby ‘n volheid wat gietswart

verhelder, verby ‘n ryk

verlede, ver verby ‘n hart…

tot jou oor een nag in die wentelbaan

haar maantaal hoor en haar glorie verstaan

Deur: Tanita Da Silva

Droomtyd

Ma, kom kyk in die lug is iets verskriklik mooi:

Wie het die silwer bal so ontsettend hoog gegooi?

Wie woon daar bokant ons wat so raak kan vang

en dit dan aan ‘n silwer draadjie in die hemel hang?

My kind, dis die skepper van die heelal wat wonderwerke maak –

Kom, dis slaaptyddroomtyd –

die maan gaan heelnag oor jou waak.

Ma, kom kyk die silwer bal is stukkend gebreek:

‘n Stoute dier of mens het ‘n hele hap weggevreet.

My kind, die maan word weer vol dat ons leer verstaan,

dat harte wat breek en heel word van altyd af bestaan.

Die maan wat water oproep, maak die getye in die see,

lok ook trane uit jou oё as die lewe jou hartseer gee.

Kom, dis slaaptyddroomtyd –

die maan is môreaand weer daar,

en as jy net ‘n bietjie wag, …

is sy boeppens weer koёelrond en klaar.

Deur: Suenell Holloway

THE FINALISTS IN  THIS YEAR’S POETRY COMPETITION

YOUTH CATEGORY:

Lukhanyo Gwebityale

Zu Rayday Fortuin

Jamie Davids

Mothibedi Sefatsa

Danelle Snyman

Olana Zilwa

Zindi van Zyl

Emihle Sigidi

Lida Jansen

ADULT CATEGORY:

Adre Marshall

Keith Gottschalk

Marieta McGrath

Toni Stuart

Sue Woodward

Rob Leiper

Beth Hunt

Jane De Sousa

Tanita da Silva

Suenel Holloway

Dorian Haarhof

Malika Ndlovu

Janine Milne

Tracy Chalmers

Elisa Galgut

Laina Lesicnik

The theme of this year’s poetry writing competition is The Heart of The Moon.

Entries are invited in 2 categories as follows:

  1. Junior Category for children and teenagers under the age of 18.

Prizes: First prize of R2500 and a runner-up prize of R500.

  1. Adult Category – entrants must be over the age of 18.

Prizes: First prize of R5000; runner-up prize of R2500 and highly commended prize of R500

Guidelines:

  • this competition is open to everyone (published and unpublished poets)
  • only one entry per person will be permitted
  • poems should be not exceed 24 lines
  • entries may be in English or Afrikaans
  • closing date for entries is the 30th June 2019.
  • finalists will be informed by the 31st of July to give time to attend the prize giving if you wish to (this is optional but finalists who are able to attend will be given free entry to all events).
  • the winners will be announced during the Poetry in McGregor Weekend (23 to 25 August) and the winning poems read by an accomplished poet
  • the winning poems may be included in the 2019 Poetry in McGregor anthology
  • entries must be emailed to info@poetryinmcgregor.co.za or hand delivered to Temenos (corner Voortrekker and Bree Streets, McGregor)
  • please note that there will be no correspondence entered into whatsoever and receipt of entries will not be acknowledged
  • Details to be included: Name, Contact details, ID Number and Category selected. Entries will be automatically disqualified if any of this information is missing

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