Poetry and Artwork Published in UCCS’ literary arts journal, riverrun

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Two new poems and one artwork by Chrissy Lorraine have been published (under her old nickname of Nina) in the 47th edition of the University of Colorado at Colorado Springs (UCCS) literary arts journal, riverrun. The poems are entitled, “Earth’s New Gown,” and “The Storm,” and the art piece in oils is entitled “Fox Fantasy.”

“Earth’s New Gown,” is an eight-stanza, thirty-two-line, rhyming (ABAB form) and metered poem about falling snow. It is located on page 24 of the journal.

“The Storm” is a poem about a snowstorm, written in a structure and style created by Chrissy. The style is 8 lines of object nouns followed by three present progressive verbs describing that noun, and then a 9th object followed by fourteen present progressive verbs, finished with a six-syllable statement of summary. The end effect is lyrical and rhythmic when read aloud, with a building tension and climactic finish. This poem is on page 48 of the journal.

“Fox Fantasy” is a painting in oils on canvas, using a sfumato style of smooth brushwork, and featuring a masked white fox in a surreal, springtime landscape, with a large blue bird. The painting is featured on page 113 of the journal. To read and view these publications, please follow the link, below.

The 47th edition of riverrun can be found here

Faith (in the face of Covid 19)

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Frail, we fear,
but our fear stands alone:
our faith, it is here,
and our hope is regrown.

Between these, we swing,
like a great pendulum:
our hope on a string,
and our fears, genuine.

And meanwhile, our God
gazes down from above,
as our lost go to sod,
and we teach of His love.

Is He calling us home,
to our Heaven, our bliss?
Is He culling with comb,
taking us home like this?

We can’t know; we guess,
and we hold out our faith,
using our breath to bless,
living by what He saith.

But these times are so hard,
there is so much of pain –
leaving us scarred,
‘tho the death rate may wane.

And the fear does us harm,
as our stress is a thief,
raising the alarm,
and prolonging our grief.

So, in prayer, we rise,
and we show love to all,
for each one who dies
has answered the Call.

But we know it will end;
we hold on, we dream.
We cherish each friend;
we stifle our scream…

When it’s over and done,
and the danger has passed,
we’ll count losses, each one,
our grief, unsurpassed;

we’ll rise in mourning,
a unified cry;
pain blazing a warning,
as we ask our God “why?”

But we’ll get no answers,
God doesn’t speak loud;
just as with cancer,
all death is allowed.

So remind ourselves, now,
and tell every friend,
God made us a vow,
that He’ll keep, in the end:

that Heaven awaits,
for those who stay strong,
that death has no dates,
and God does no wrong;

that all, by His will,
happens by His plan;
that no measure of skill,
by man, cheats past His span.

So, we place our trust
in Him who protects;
we do what we must,
as His loyal subjects;

and we pray every day,
that His will be done –
that our strength will stay
‘til this battle be won.

The end, it will come,
For each, one and all –
right now, for some,
or later, withal.

To take it with grace
is expected of us,
right now, in our space,
with not too big a fuss,

as we isolate,
to keep others safe,
we cooperate,
our role, we don’t chafe;

supporting in love,
our family and friends;
and God, we speak of,
‘til this life, it ends.

~ Chrissy Lorraine

© Chrissy’s Creative Corner 2020

All images public domain

The Silly Sloth & The Squirrel

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The silly sloth so loved the squirrel,
that the two ran paw in paw,
looking for snarks and going for larks,
and outright defying the law.

While chasing their tails, delivered, the mail —
a letter was once dropped off.
A letter for me? A letter for you!
But at papers, both did scoff;

Yet the letter did hint at a tale of tails,
and that did so interest them,
that they ripped it open, ripped it apart,
and could not at all read it, then!

So they threw it upwards; it rained like confetti,
and they danced under the falling tatters —
and then they sang a song; a laughing sweet song
their feet going pitter-a-patters;

And they ran through the woods, and over the sky;
they ran until time stood still —
they ran and they ran until they fell down,
and lay oh-so-dead on the hill…

~ Chrissy Lorraine

© Chrissy’s Creative Corner 2020

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The Beetle

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There once was a beetle,
Her name was Asneedle,
She lived in a Popinjay Tree.

For hours, she’d wheedle,
And ply her fine needle,
Her work was a sight to see.

But one day she smelled
A tree that was felled,
And put down her needle and thread.

She went down her tree,
The better to see,
And now she lives there, instead.

~ Saoirse Fae

© The Fairy Tale Garden 2015

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The Dream Fairy

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Upon a wish,
A crystal, clear,
In sparkling splendour
Of the night,
Your dusky dream,
Her ears can hear,
The blessed fairy
Of the light.

In tickling whispers,
She receives,
The heart’s desire,
Within your breast;
Like mountain dew
On golden leaves,
Her granted wish
Will give you rest.

For how she sits,
Amid her cloud,
On crescent moon,
In listening pose,
Enables her
To hear so loud,
E’en the snowflake
Touch the rose.

So make your wish,
And make it grand,
Do not fear,
Don’t make it small;
For although wishes,
Be like sand;
Bountiful,
She grants them all.

~ Saoirse Fae

© The Fairy Tale Garden 2018

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My Dog; My Joy

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She snuggles me,
and kisses sweet,
my little dog,
who loves a treat,

And while I sit,
in fear or doubt,
she loves away
the slightest pout;

And belly-up,
legs akimbo,
she wags her tail,
all paws in limbo…

My little joy,
my cocoa muffin,
my sweetest girl,
so full of lovin’

What would I do,
without you here,
to bring me joy,
my little dear?

~ Chrissy Lorraine

© Chrissy’s Creative Corner 2020

Faith

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Faith…
A word that means, “to trust;
to trust without proof – to believe;
to believe when all others question.”

Faith…
A word that gives hope to others,
and to the self, gives support –
that when things go awry, we keep going.

Faith…
A word that provides comfort,
to those who feel called, chosen, loved;
a bond with God that forms one side of a promise of protection.

Faith…
A feeling that creates emotion;
that creates trust, not of logic, but real –
A swelling of the heart that consumes the soul.

Faith.

And when we need it most,
May we have it –
And when others need it most,
May we help them find it.
God has made a promise
to those who trust and love Him
and in our faith, we may have peace.

~ Chrissy Lorraine

© Chrissy’s Creative Corner 2020

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Lela the Legless

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The spider, it crawled,
It creeped; it wriggled,
Into the sole
of an ancient shoe.

Abandoned, the shoe
had fallen, downhill,
and had come to rest
where the wind never blew.

Dry and warm,
the sole-fabric nestled
the spider –
and later-on, her brood

And to the spiders,
the shoe was a palace;
Even though
some might think it crude:

It sheltered them
from wind and storm
And gave the little ‘uns
room to play –

That ratty shoe
has made a home
for five generations,
now, today.

But here you came,
galumphing down
the hill, down which
that shoe had tumbled;

And as you ran,
your toe caught on
the lip of that shoe,
and your step, it fumbled.

And out came Grandpa,
Sue, and Tim,
Scurrying hastily
for their lives;

Their safe haven broken,
knocked over and squished,
Trampled and trodden
by your size fives.

Benny and Joe,
Frank and Molly,
All made it out,
All legs intact;

Most of the spiders
got out uninjured;
only one hurt,
as a matter of fact:

“Lela the Legless”
is now her name,
but she wears it with pride,
as she carries her fame.

All know her story:
how your monstrous shoe
knocked loose the stone
that would make her lame;

How the stone caused a rockslide
that tumbled and rumbled,
pinning her
down under the scree;

How her brothers and sisters
all stopped to help her,
even while
they tried to flee;

Each grabbed a leg;
Each gave a pull,
But one by one,
They all came off!

It was Grandpa
who saved
the day, that day;
Grandpa, yes, that grey old toff –

He hoisted the rock
Off poor Lela’s head,
dug her out,
and carried her down;

And setting her on
a soft mossy spot,
He gently and closely
examined her crown.

Each of her siblings
Brought him a leg,
and he tried
to attach them, again;

But to reattach them
couldn’t be done,
not even with
all web they could spin.

And so, “Legless”
was how Lela remained;
her siblings
carried her all around,

In a litter
spun from the finest threads,
of silk
mixed with fluffy down.

And each
night at twilight,
the family sits outside,
their gazes meandering over

To where,
were it not
for your misguided trot,
that shoe nestled in the deep clover

would still
be their home,
their lovely abode,
a sixth generation begun.

Instead,
they reside
in an old metal can,
and they’ll thank you not to make fun!

~ Saoirse Fae

© Chrissy’s Creative Corner 2019

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Originally published on Saoirse Fae’s WordPress – the original post is linked Here

The Cancelled Day Trip

A Poem With a Focus on whole-line Alliteration in the Order of ABAB CDCD EFEF GG,
also using those same letters for most of the words in each line,
as a tip of the hat to the poetry rhyme scheme of the Shakespearean sonnet
(while also being a Shakespearean sonnet).

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The Cancelled Day Trip

Andromeda always admired Atlantis,
because of the blue-sanded beaches;
Alas, her avowed, adored friend, Amaranthus,
Was backward, belligerent, and bleakish:
She couldn’t come up with a canny enough cause
to decide her in definite deployment;
instead, she capriciously caressed her crude claws,
distressing her dire disappointment.
In ebullient, edifying, ecumenical eloquence,
her friend fought fiercely in favor –
with encouraging, effervescent, and enthusiastic elegance,
and familial and facultative flavor.
Gainsaid, she was, though, with god-awful gibbering,
and grotesque was her girlfriend’s long graceless gloating.

~ Chrissy Lorraine

© Chrissy’s Creative Corner 2020

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