"Liszt at the Piano" by Josef Danhauser‘A Consolation’ by Christine Ann Cuccio The Society March 16, 2018 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 5 Comments At night I hear Prokofiev and Liszt and dream of playing baby grands as sly Euterpe lures me towards the melodies of pianists. My fingers cannot meet the demands of Mendelssohn’s complicated chords; they dance instead atop computer keys and feign the sleight of Mozart’s hands, fluttering like hummingbirds, composing minor symphonies of words. Christine Ann Cuccio holds a master of arts in writing from Emerson College. Her poetry has been featured in such journals as the North American Review, the Carolina Quarterly, the New York Quarterly, and Valparaiso Review. She lives in New Jersey and works as an event planner and freelance copyeditor. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 5 Responses Christine Cuccio March 16, 2018 I’m so thrilled to see the accompanying artwork, thank you SCP! Reply Joe Tessitore March 16, 2018 Beautiful content and rhyme scheme. Well done!!! Reply Christine Cuccio March 16, 2018 Thank you so much! I modeled the rhyme scheme after the unique 11-line sonnet “Pied Beauty” by Gerard Manley Hopkins. Reply C.B. Anderson March 16, 2018 Christine, As someone who once aspired to become a musician (though my genre was not Classical but Bluegrass) I think you have summed up the situation perfectly. One way or another, one’s fingers must do the walking and the talking. Reply Wendy Bourke March 19, 2018 I love this mesmeric interweaving of notes and words – having had similar thoughts (though never having put them in words) it really struck a chord with me, and gave me pause. As well, the rhyme, throughout, is brilliant. This is a wonderful piece of writing! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.