Hello all.
I'm thrilled and excited to announce a warm congratulations to both Jan and Liz for receiving honorable mentions in the April IBPC competition.
For more information, please visit the MM IBPC forum at:
http://forums.mosaicmusings.net/index.php?showforum=97Droughtby Jan Iwaszkiewicz
Mosaic Musings
I
We sink the corner posts first, as each defines a neighbour.
It is here where the bottom six inches are the most important.
It is here where the strength is muscled into the fence.
The heart of a fence lies in its foot.
I tamp until the bar sings of possession,
the bar bounces and writhes.
We snug the stays and tighten the wire,
each barbed note is tensioned into voice
the division sings a warning.
II
The fence cannot hold back the drought.
The sky aches blue and the sun eats green;
the earth coughs dust as rich as blood.
My bones hunker down beside the rock.
Eagles hang; wings wound into the wire,
heads nailed down by the sun.
Ribs rack a heaving fleece.
I watch my image fade
from the eye of a lamb.
Masked Artworkby Elizabeth DiBenedetto
Mosaic Musings
With artist's palette, brush and hues in hand
she decorates the drabness of the day -
thin dabs of sanguine on an ashen land,
soft strokes conceal what she will not betray.
The doctors canvassed charts, discussing test
results; a darkish blot had showed when scanned,
a teardrop shape - and still she paints her best
with artist palette, brush and hues in hand.
She hides discolorations of her life
by touching up the downs, a bit of spray,
then casting shadows with a shaping knife.
She decorates the drabness of the day
to filter out the fading tints of sin
in youthful days. A woman in command,
when strength and courage were immersed within-
thin dabs of sanguine on an ashen land.
Her gallery is now a storage shed
of artwork which will never be displayed -
each dappled bloom now lives among the dead;
soft strokes conceal what she will not betray.
Well done!