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Brass Kaleidoscope

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

Poem by Dale Harcombe
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