The winner of the 2009 Hamish Canham Prize was Sheila Hillier for her poem ‘Jack Lattin of Morristown’.

Judges’ choice – Carole Satyamurti on the judging process:

“Deciding between the final three poems this year was not easy for the six judges on the panel, but in the end we were happy to award the Hamish Canham Prize, 2009 to SM Hillier for her poem ‘Jack Lattin of Morristown’. A compelling story, told with a rhythmic zest, the poem reflects the beat of the dance it describes. It is a celebration of reckless bravery, of a refusal to be moderate.

“The two runners-up were Kristina Close, for ‘Lara Brown is Not Available’ and Emma Danes (who had three poems in Poetry News during the year) for ‘Self-Portrait as a Drop of Water’. We liked the mystery and restraint of Close’s poem, the vivid and detailed sense of the narrator’s apparently endless wait for Lara Brown. Emma Danes’s poem is a sparse evocation of what it might be like to be a drop of water aware of itself and its surroundings. Its life is brief and powerless – as is a human life, perhaps, despite what we like to think.

“The judges also enoyed the three ‘Highly Commended’ poems: Liz Berry’s ‘The Last Lady Ratcatcher’; Patricia Morgan’s ‘Woman in a Film’; and Frank Dux’s ‘Storm at Sea’.”

The rhythmn was in me as the devil was in Jack, says Sheila Hillier

“I’m delighted – amazed – to have won. It’s a great honour!” said Sheila Hillier, one of the most remarkable aspects of whose poem is that it was written at one sitting.

“I’d happened upon the story of the real-life Jack Lattin’s short life and death in 1721 and had stored it away with the idea that it would make a good subject for a poem,” Hillier explains. “The picture of a man dancing appealed to me, as did the challenge of capturing a dancer’s rhythm. As a regular reader of Robert Graves’ The White Goddess it struck me as a story with a mythic dimension – the long dance, a young man sacrificed. Finally, I got up one morning and wrote it, almost straight off. Without being precious about it, it was as if the voice of Larry Grogan, the poem’s narrator, was in my head: the rhythm was in me as the devil was in Jack!”