I see a mouse, an elephant and three people playing cards,
if you turn it around, to shake those coloured shards.
And with light at one end, diluting the edge,
it seeps through to the middle, like spilling down from a ledge.

Then if you put your nose nearly touching the middle,
it looks back at you with a grin, like a colourful riddle.
Sharp fragments spilled over squares and even shadows seen.
Why, it’s the shiny jewels from a crown …
belonging to a Queen.

Poem in response to “Kaleidoscope” Prompt