London Grip Poetry Review – Belinda Singleton & Kathryn Southworth

Poetry review – WAVELENGTHS: Carla Scarano browses a collection in which the two voices of Belinda Singleton and Kathryn Southworth speculate on scientific phenomena

Wavelengths: a dialogue on light and sound
Belinda Singleton and Kathryn Southworth
Dempsey and Windle
ISBN 978-1-907435-87-4
40pp     £8.00

Belinda Singleton and Kathryn Southworth are two distinct voices that interweave and enhance each other in their short collection Wavelengths. Their conversation about sound and light and other scientific phenomena, such as atoms and radio waves, connect to ways of thinking about and perceiving the world around us and beyond. In fact, as stated in the dedication, the word “wavelength” also means ‘a person’s way of thinking when communicating to another’ (according to the Oxford English Dictionary). The poets explore light, space and time from a poetical point of view in impeccable and evocative lines that have unusual angles, unexpected imageries and ironic undertones. Language is the means to explore and understand both tangible and abstract entities:

Every so often my words – 
however humble their origins
or grand their accretions – 
throw themselves into disarray
or sulk, skulk in their tents
leaving me at a loss.
                                  (“Writer’s Block”, Belinda Singleton)

[…] story made parables
made the how and why
of plot
amid the vector spaces
                                 (“Meta-Physics”, Kathryn Southworth)

Stories make the universe; they fill and shape the nothingness that seems to pervade our experiences. Atoms are described as ‘free particles’ which ‘intersect – exchange messages’ (“Everything is made of atoms”, Kathryn Southworth). They are crucial to our making sense of our lives in a balance between light and darkness, life and death:

Well-knit stone and bone
are unseen atoms
balancing under pressure
before travelling or re-shaping
breaks their will – 
as it will:
the hammer on the stone,
the breath upon the bone.
                              (“Entropy”, Belinda Singleton)

The progress of death is all around us – 
the procession circles the chapel walls 
to remind us,


and the very dust motes rise in sympathy
to give them substance

until you look again 
and there is nothing there.
                                (“At Prinknash Abbey”, Kathryn Southworth)

The blue of the sky, symbol of the purest light, is investigated in interesting lines that connect space and time, linking the contingent to existential issues in a correspondence of sensations:

Green, blue, gold:
a garden. Stillness.
No passing cloud.
Unbelievable sun.
                               (“A Garden Coloured”, Belinda Singleton)

We know from space our planet’s blue
from all the sea,
the air blue only for us beneath
the merciful stratosphere that deflects
the fury of the sun’s X-rated rays
that otherwise would blind us.
Just as God’s light is sifted.

We look through glass stained blue as Chartres
to see the sky.
                               (“Blue”, Kathryn Southworth)

Significantly, Singleton’s poem concentrates on visual images, on colours that emphasise our limited vision, as we cannot perceive all the hues present in nature; but it also opens up to possible developments in the sphere of light. Southworth’s poem, on the other hand, connects the universe with the tangible experience of Chartres’ stained-glass windows. The experience of the blue is therefore mediated by the everyday and, at the same time, has a wide angle, so there are almost infinite possibilities of perceiving the blue.

Throughout the collection, the poems disclose the fluid condition of reality where ‘distances separate/then merge’ and ‘Yet still between shadow and light/lie places between particles’ that talk to us ‘of the weather and home’ (“Between’ and Twilight”, Belinda Singleton). This is also a place of loss and gain, of ambivalence, where the relentless exchanging of messages seems to be central:

With luck, such moments multiply, their place
is self-contained: it’s love without regret.
But there’s one memory where we hold no trace
on shape or time, uncertain if we’ve met.
Loss rides the longest wavelength, fills the space
whose information has not reached us yet.
                                          (“A Measure of Light”, Belinda Singleton)

The last poem of the collection, “A Perturbation of Light” by Kathryn Southworth, reaffirms the main themes in deft lines that connect fascinating ordinariness with the universe. It emphasises the importance of the mundane, which is connected to a broader view. This view encompasses the essence of being human, from matter, that is, the atom, to the abstract entities of light and sound. They are in a relentless conversation where communication is central:

The course of the universe may be altered – 
so they say – by a butterfly
though our own identity may be doubted
as solid integrity

for one electron will shift another
without a touch – and an atom move a star – 
so why then should we be concerned
if a perturbation of light

is all we are.

Poetry allows these connections, these shifts of meaning and openness to wider spaces that can be transformed by a butterfly. And yet we might just be ‘a perturbation of light’ – interestingly, this is not followed by a question mark. This evocative and striking image closes a collection which offers the reader stimulating perspectives in the alternating messages of two compelling voices.

Carla Scarano