During the last week of this summer’s Daventry Arts Festival, the winners of three arts and craft themed competitions were announced.
Organised by Daventry & District Housing (DDH), in partnership with a range of local organisations, the fifth annual Daventry Arts Festival took place between Saturday July 4 and Sunday July 26 and featured more than 50 different events.
Returning for a second year and organised in conjunction with the Daventry Photographic Society, the photography competition, themed ‘Daventry through a lens’, received a total of 59 entries. It was split into three different age categories; under 11, 11 to 18-years-old and over 18. There was also a Community Choice award decided by a public vote.
Sam Green won the under 11s category for his photo of the town’s war memorial. Lewis Darley came top in the 11 to 18s group for his image of an underpass. The over-18s winner was Michael Green for his photograph of the iCon Centre. The community choice award went to Elliot Hartwell for his image of Sheaf Street.
The first ever Daventry Arts Festival poetry competition received 67 entries. Entrants could use the themes of friendship, memories, summer and community.
Rhiannon Hussey won in the under-11s group for her poem True Friends Are Stars. The over-18s winner was Jany Alexander for her poem Lilbourne, on the Avon. And the community choice award went to Megan Barnes for her Summer Poem.
The third competition encouraged town centre stores to get creative and decorate their shop fronts to the theme of ‘celebrating Daventry’.
The judging panel, which included the Mayor of Daventry, Cllr Wendy Randall and Sarah Sims, community development officer at DDH, selected Orange Blossom Florist as the winner, with Granmeads Florist, whose display was aided by pupils from St James Infant School, being highly-commended.
Below are the winning poems.
Summer Poem by Megan Barnes
Sunshine shining brightly in between the bushy branches of trees,
Under and on top of flowers are buzzing bees.
Mint green stalks are springing out to make daisies,
Millions of ecstatic people are going to the brilliant beach to be lazy.
Everyone enjoying all super sun,
Roaring rollercoaster’s look like FUN!!!
True Friends Are Stars by Rhiannon Hussey
A best friend makes you feel like you’re worth something even when no one else does.
A best friend knows how moody and how difficult and how frustrated you can be but still wants you in their life.
A best friend makes you smile a little bigger, laugh a little louder and live a little better.
But stars actually get you. A best friend may be lost in vision, but they never leave the heart or mind.
Best friends will make mistakes but they always find a way to fix and replace them.
A best friend will break up with you but together you can rebuild something even better.
But stars are always there.
Stars will never ever turn to dust, because all they really need is us, they help you open up.
Your eyes say you’re never going to die. That is stars. When they’re not in the eye, we will see then in the sky, you don’t have to sit and cry. Because...
True friends are stars.
Lilbourne, On The Avon by Janys Alexander
The Romans, tramping tireless miles, passed by.
Tripontium lay ahead, then their straight road
Led westward, to the wild land of the celts;
They did not pause here where the river flowed.
A Saxon search for homeland ended here,
And oxen by the river shed their load.
The settlement began, developed, grew –
And at its heart the quiet river flowed.
And Christians came, to spread the Bible’s Word;
A minster made here; from this base they rode
To preach, convert, and finally to baptise.
Their path led down to where the river flowed.
The conquering Normans found the market here.
A castle soon their domination showed.
Adapting to new ways, the village thrived
And past the castle’s base the avon flowed.
Years passed. The market died; but village life
Went on through every strident episode
Of history; ever-changing yet unchanged.
While flooding, trickling, on the Avon flowed.
Trains came, and through the valley went the line.
Old ‘Catthorpe Lane’ was re-named ‘Station Road’.
Then cars; an airfield too, though brief its stay –
But peaceful, on its course the Avon flowed.
The airfield and the station closed. From masts
Erected in the fields, new red stars glowed.
A motorway was built, and traffic raced
Across the valley where the Avon flowed
The village lost a fight, and turbines came.
From river bench the pastoral view now shows
The spinning blades that harness the wind’s power.
Still through the fertile fields the river flows.
Along the Romans’ road there soon will be
Industrial growth. For Lilbourne, with that goes
Unlooked-for change yet great financial gain.
Unheeding down the years, the river flows.