June 2005 Member Choice Winners, Congrats to... Options

[Cleo_Serapis]

The June, 2005 Member's Choice results are in! We have a three-way tie!  

Congrats to Eisa, Arnfinn and Cybele for winning our June Member's Choice Award with their tiles, 'Perpetual Glory, 'Four Old Women' and 'Northwest Passage' respectively !!

WAY TO GO "E", "A" and "C"!

Your entry will be displayed along with a 'special graphic' in your signature! You have led your Muse to bask in the glory of the crown jewel ~ Member Choice.    

Congratulations! You have added a tile to our Mosaic in style. Thank you!   JOY to you, oh mighty ones!            

Cheers!
Mosaic Musings Staff              

Member Choice Award Winner

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Perpetual Glory

Bathed in dawn’s soft glow
she slips into a purple robe
interlaced with crimson ribbons.

She dresses slowly
to reflect the ocean’s hues,
white chiffon appliqués her skirt,
wisps of blonde clasped
into a golden crown that shimmers
in a veil across her shoulders.

Her rapturous spring tears
shower away winter’s drabness,
her pristine visage enhanced
by an iridescent scarf
draped across her breast.

When clouds are tempestuous,
her charcoal cloak shrouds the world.
She throws illuminating spears,
warns of forthcoming wrath;
her shouts resounding until
their rage drenches us.

Sensuous in dark damask,
her swarthy face sparkles
with silver piercings.
A mother-of-pearl accessory
subtly adorns raven locks.  
She cossets us in dreams,
repairing ragged edges
-- frayed by daytime stress.

She is the ever-changing canopy
that shelters our world,
thrilling us with her perpetual glory.

Copyright © 2005 Eira Needham
All rights reserved as an unpublished work.



Four Old Women

Four old women down by the shore
swept by waves constant and pure.
Foaming flounces fondling fat feet,
tickling tanned toes, under each seat.

Vivid blue water poking rock places
frothy white rides to stoic staircases.
Keen spirits sting in gristly bangles
lifting scent from zesty kelp tangles.

Photic light, tones rugged worn skin
parting grey scales and wavering fin.
Misty steam on draining dank ledges
milky cascades feed fernery hedges.  

Pivotal swirls course along at a rate
flow to pools then flags with debate.
Salt shouted spray wafts to wet chins
then sinless, drips to tunics and shins.

Women dance in the fire of the sun,
cooling waves run-rerun and rerun.
Sheer scarped sinuate steeped shades
citadels, ring echoes, bent colonnades.

Sough the echoes, sough the echoes…
Hear to the echoes, echoes old women?
Hear thundering echoes old women.
Hear the echoes…

Copyright © 2005 John Macleod
All rights reserved as an unpublished work.


Northwest Passage

Interrupted moonbeams
dance on icebergs
and trail their milk-white
fingers in icy sea,
accompanying emerald
rhythms of the Borealis.

The blue-white stage
emits a ghostly hue,
evanescent and lambent
by turns. In the vast silence,
glaciers tower like cathedrals
in the midnight sky.

Aboard The Erebus,
an old salt, inured to the show;
stamps his feet,
breathes warmth
into his calloused hands
and dreams of hot tea,
unwitting of his fate.

Copyright © 2005 Grace Galton
All rights reserved as an unpublished work.

[Guest_Cathy_*]

Congratulations Eisa, Arnfinn, and Cybele!!

They are all wonderful poems.

Cathy