Entries for Poetry in Stitches Competition 2008

This competition is organized annually by the National Needlework Archive. The requirements are that you choose a poem and interpret it as a picture (2ftx2ft), using any textile technique. The pictures are then exhibited at public venues around the country. A great opportunity to publicise tatting! 
 

The Daffodils (extract)

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

William Wordsworth

 

This entry was tatted by the Essex Shuttles group. The subject meant tatting a lot of daffodils! However, the competition allows mixed media, including paint, so that helps in giving a unified background. Elaine Law says: "As well as original designs, we used, either as written or adapted, patterns by Inger Kristensen, Pam Palmer, Jane Eborall, Barbara Netherwood and Sheila Yorke. I don't think there were any others, but if anyone else recognises their designs, my apologies! And thank you to you all! "

 

Mary, Mary quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row.

 

This picture, illustrating the familiar nursery rhyme, was produced by the Cwmbran OCN Tatting Class. You can see it when it was a Work in Progress at the Cardiff Show!

 
Prize-winning entry by Isca Tatters
This talented group won the prize for the most innovative use of a traditional craft

For Sale

Four hundred years this little house has stood
Through wind and fire, through earthquake and through flood;
Still its old beams, though bulged and warped, are strong,
In spite of gaping wounds both deep and long.
The doors are low and give such narrow space
We must walk humbly in this little place.
The windows here, no longer square or straight,
Are able now, from their fantastic state,
To squint down their own walls, and see the flowers
That get more drippings from the eaves than showers.
Six hundred pounds for all this precious stone!
These little, quaint old windows squinting down;
This orchard, with its apples' last appeal
To dumpling or sweet cider; this deep well,
Whose little eye has sparkled from its birth -
Four hundred years in sixty feet of earth!

W.H.Davies

 

The Isca Tatters from Caerleon in South Wales chose to illustrate this poem by W. H. Davies who was born in their locality in 1871. He spent his youth as a hobo in the US, but later returned to a quieter life in the UK.

 
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