poetry quarterly

10th anniversary


Kirsten Hampton


Sir Isaac Newton, 1666

Look at the sea. Aqua. Aquamarine.
Blended from yellow with heavy pigment of blue.

Look at the lowland meadow. Grass green,
from primaries of yellow and blue. Blue grass, more blue.

Look at the African Violet. Verdant velveteen
with purple blossom, small gem melded of blue and red.

Take in the light of sky. Blue fused with white. Clean.
Or the sunrise. Primary, Indian red, touched by white.

White, reflecting all wavelengths. Black, of whale skin and baleen,
all colors absorbed. Mixed together, a wash of gray.

Gray, like oysters, opening to mother of pearl, unforeseen,
or radiating fog, clearing with the warming, spectrum of sun.


Kirsten Hampton lives by the Potomac in Alexandria, VA. She received her B.A. in English from Cornell University. Her poems have recently appeared in the Potomac Review, Innisfree Poetry Journal, Blueline and Avocet: A Journal of Nature Poetry. She consults for nonprofits and partners in a documentary film venture.


Published in Volume 12, Number 1, Winter 2011.