Rosie Johnston celebrates a beautifully crafted and accessible pamphlet by new poet Lizzi Hawkins
Osteology
Lizzi Hawkins
Smith|doorstop 2018
ISBN: 9781912196081
28pp £5
Lizzi Hawkins combines studying engineering at Cambridge University with being a prize-winning poet. Born in 1995, she won the Poetry Business New Poets Prize in 2017, having been commended in the 2013 Foyle Young Poets of the Year award. Her poetry has appeared in Ambit, Rialto, The North, Compass and The Cadaverine. and here she is on smith|doorstop’s New Poets List with her first pamphlet, Osteology (2018).
In just 28 pages, she takes us from Cambridge spires and West Yorkshire peaks to London’s tunnels in an impressive sweep that often takes time to notice people in their work context, whether they are engineers, builders, geologists, medical students or an ‘old school’ geographer –
“Kissing the Geographer”
was best. His mouth folded up
like two ox-bow lakes put together.
He touched my neck and said
it was the white of a coastal stack.
“Train” captures the rootlessness of student life, never fully in one place or the other –
I haven’t been home in a while now I miss
my bedsheets, the way light pools
behind my curtains as if it is waiting to touch me.
I know you’ve been waiting to touch me
but I’ve been ignoring your phone calls and text messages.
I’ve been waiting to touch someone else, I don’t know if you’re aware.
Hawkins’ poems often begin in conversational style before she weaves her way through lyrical beauty to a killer last line. “Winter Poem”, for example, starts ‘The fens were frozen clean over this morning, /from the millpond out to the causeway’. Before long, she stretches into Cambridge’s snowscape –
We could have
had that white blessing roll itself across the fields,
tug its pale hem over the city, blunting the spires,
allowing us a brief peace.
Snow is a gift – a cold measure to be held
between the tongue and the roof of your mouth
when breathing, or rolled up into ice
on the palm. We could do with a gift
right now, could do with being bundled up and held
by the whiteness, could do with our voices
being taken away, so that we cannot say these
hurtful things any longer.
In “Constellations”, Hawkins and her father go out to the patio where he ‘deciphers the sky for (her)’: ‘It’s not often that the sky is clear / round here’. They pass the names of constellations ‘to each other like sweets’ until the poem closes with these lines –
This is the brittle language that we speak in,
constellations, the bright clouds of nebulae,
moments where everything seems
at touching distance.
Hawkins’ mother has a moment of perfectly paced tenderness too, one that echoes Heaney’s sonnet (from Clearances, in memoriam M.K.H.) that begins ‘When all the others were away at Mass’. In Hawkins’ poem “After the Forecast”, the family is snowbound –
I boil milk on the gas
in the kitchen,
and my mother
comes in from hacking
ice from the birdbath,
and we are
stilled, in the frost,
unrequiring of language
-mouths closed to keep
in the warm,
hands fixed on the metal
pan, the spinning galaxy
of stirred milk.
Hawkins has an engaging way of lifting our gaze from practicalities into the mirror tunnel of eternity. “Calcium”, for example, she says, ‘is the twentieth element in the periodic table,’ and finishes:
In the south, men have carved great horses
into the sides of these hills,
that flail their hooves
and shriek their whiteness to nobody.
Look, they are flexing and arched
like truths that time casts uncomfortable.
Look, look, they are older than what makes them,
like poems, like gospel,
your bones outlasting you.
This is a beautifully textured pamphlet of accessible poems. Well done, Lizzi Hawkins – I hope you and Ilkley Young Writers are still celebrating.
Rosie Johnston‘s three poetry books, published by Lapwing Publications in Belfast, are Sweet Seventeens (2010), Orion (2012) and Bittersweet Seventeens (2014). Her poems have appeared or featured in Hedgerow, London Grip, Culture NI, FourxFour, The Honest Ulsterman, Ink, Sweat & Tears and in Live Canon’s anthologies ‘154: In Response to Shakespeare’s Sonnets’ (2016) & ‘New Poems for Christmas’ (2018). She has read her poetry widely and between 2014 and 2018 was poet in residence for the Cambridgeshire Wildlife Trust, until she moved to live by the sea in Kent. www.rosiejohnstonwrites.com @RosieJpoet
Jan 28 2019
London Grip Poetry Review – Lizzi Hawkins
Rosie Johnston celebrates a beautifully crafted and accessible pamphlet by new poet Lizzi Hawkins
Lizzi Hawkins combines studying engineering at Cambridge University with being a prize-winning poet. Born in 1995, she won the Poetry Business New Poets Prize in 2017, having been commended in the 2013 Foyle Young Poets of the Year award. Her poetry has appeared in Ambit, Rialto, The North, Compass and The Cadaverine. and here she is on smith|doorstop’s New Poets List with her first pamphlet, Osteology (2018).
In just 28 pages, she takes us from Cambridge spires and West Yorkshire peaks to London’s tunnels in an impressive sweep that often takes time to notice people in their work context, whether they are engineers, builders, geologists, medical students or an ‘old school’ geographer –
“Train” captures the rootlessness of student life, never fully in one place or the other –
Hawkins’ poems often begin in conversational style before she weaves her way through lyrical beauty to a killer last line. “Winter Poem”, for example, starts ‘The fens were frozen clean over this morning, /from the millpond out to the causeway’. Before long, she stretches into Cambridge’s snowscape –
In “Constellations”, Hawkins and her father go out to the patio where he ‘deciphers the sky for (her)’: ‘It’s not often that the sky is clear / round here’. They pass the names of constellations ‘to each other like sweets’ until the poem closes with these lines –
Hawkins’ mother has a moment of perfectly paced tenderness too, one that echoes Heaney’s sonnet (from Clearances, in memoriam M.K.H.) that begins ‘When all the others were away at Mass’. In Hawkins’ poem “After the Forecast”, the family is snowbound –
Hawkins has an engaging way of lifting our gaze from practicalities into the mirror tunnel of eternity. “Calcium”, for example, she says, ‘is the twentieth element in the periodic table,’ and finishes:
This is a beautifully textured pamphlet of accessible poems. Well done, Lizzi Hawkins – I hope you and Ilkley Young Writers are still celebrating.
Rosie Johnston‘s three poetry books, published by Lapwing Publications in Belfast, are Sweet Seventeens (2010), Orion (2012) and Bittersweet Seventeens (2014). Her poems have appeared or featured in Hedgerow, London Grip, Culture NI, FourxFour, The Honest Ulsterman, Ink, Sweat & Tears and in Live Canon’s anthologies ‘154: In Response to Shakespeare’s Sonnets’ (2016) & ‘New Poems for Christmas’ (2018). She has read her poetry widely and between 2014 and 2018 was poet in residence for the Cambridgeshire Wildlife Trust, until she moved to live by the sea in Kent. www.rosiejohnstonwrites.com @RosieJpoet
By Michael Bartholomew-Biggs • books, poetry reviews, year 2019 0 • Tags: books, poetry, Rosie Johnston