Brass Kaleidoscope by Dale Harcombe
My daughter raises the smooth
and watches as coloured glass slivers
New worlds create themselves before her eyes.
Garnet spires flirt with sapphire
Topaz and amethyst meet in harmony,
a selenic mystery.
A melody of stars singing a tune only she
Eclectic patterns shiver and shimmer
sparking off at tangents of
tourmaline and jasper.
An image complete in itself.
I had a kaleidoscope once.
I still see oblique patterns.
Slowly my daughter turns the wheel, finds
a jewelled tapestry
to her liking, and hands the kaleidoscope
For a time I see the world she sees
and it is good.
*First published LiNQ October 1990