Mozart statue in Vienna‘Mozart in Heaven’ by Conor Kelly The Society January 12, 2020 Acrostic, Beauty, Culture, Poetry 19 Comments Who is that smiling cherub whose huge wings, Open, extended, like a swan in flight, Lifts him above the angels to a height From which he conducts, for the King of Kings, Great open-air orchestral happenings And plays concerti to his soul’s delight, Nudging the brass to broadcast all their might, Goading divertimenti from massed strings? Mozart is playing cadenzas for God On a heavenly harp. He plucks with some Zest, some irredeemable human love, At melodies that never merely plod. Rousing the souls of saints, he has become The kapellmeister to the choir above. Conor Kelly was born in Dublin and spent his adult life teaching in a school in the Dublin suburbs. He now lives in a rural area of West Clare in Ireland from where he manages his twitter site, @poemtoday, dedicated to the short poem. He has had poems printed in Irish, British, American and Mexican magazines. He was shortlisted for a Hennessy New Irish Writers award. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. 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) 19 Responses James A. Tweedie January 12, 2020 Conor, thank you for your Petrarchan panegyric poem to Mozart, a genius whose legacy continues to touch the world in ways that thrill, inspire and uplift. In your poem I especially enjoyed the image, “playing cadenzas for God,” which captures the joy and pleasure that God takes in his good creation! The use of the word “kapellmeister” was also fitting. Although the insufferable poetic pairing of the words “love” and “above” makes me squirm you provide a context that salvages them…barely. Reply James A. Tweedie January 12, 2020 Alan caught the acrostic and I missed it completely! Awesome! Reply Conor Kelly March 16, 2020 Thank you for your kind words and for excusing the love/above rhyme. Reply Leo Zoutewelle January 12, 2020 Conor, I stand in silent awe before the effort of writing your poem about Mozart! A certain composer is smiling at you with love from above. Leo Reply Joe Tessitore January 12, 2020 O’er rocky peak, he flies above, The fat and juicy turtle dove. How very much this boy would love to shoot his ass for dinner. They say that Mozart had a remarkable sense of humor. Reply C.B. Anderson January 12, 2020 And so do you, Joe. As it happens, I am likely one of the very few respondents here who has actually shot a dove in flight and eaten it. I will tell you this: there’s not much there, just a few scraps of delicious meat, from the breast, mostly, not the ass. Conor Kelly March 16, 2020 Thank you for your kind words and for sending Mozart’s smile to me. Much appreciated. Reply Alan January 12, 2020 A Petrarchan sonnet and an acrostic, in one poem, is surely a challenge to write. And how convenient that his name fits the octave and sestet perfectly! How did you get the idea for this? Reply Conor Kelly March 16, 2020 This was initially written in response to a request for a poem for a BBC Proms competition. I didn’t win. Reply Sally Cook January 12, 2020 Dear Conor Kelly — This morning we sang happy birthday to my father’s friend, Glen B. Coykendall, who many years ago wrote me a letter saying that he had always known I would become famous. Of course I didn’t, but it seemed he deserved a heavenly birthday greeting. After all, there is still time ! I see you love Mozart, as I do. Thanks for a lovely poem, and the beautiful image that accompanies it. Reply Conor Kelly March 16, 2020 Thank you for your kind comments. I do love Mozart. I agree about the image but cannot claim responsibility. It was chosen for me. Reply Joseph S. Salemi January 12, 2020 This is an absolutely fantastic piece of poetic craft. The last line is especially powerful. Reply Conor Kelly March 16, 2020 Thank you, Joseph, for your support. It is much appreciated. Reply C.B. Anderson January 12, 2020 As much as I might despise and eschew in my own practice acrostic poems, I must say that your effort was so well done that I feel you have redeemed the form and restored it to respectability. I never thought I’d say that. Reply Conor Kelly March 16, 2020 Thank you, C. B., for your kind comment. Reply David Watt January 13, 2020 Conor, an acrostic poem may often appear forced in order to accommodate the letters commencing each line. I had no such impression when reading your outstanding tribute to Mozart. Reply Conor Kelly March 16, 2020 Thank you, David, for your support. Reply Mark F. Stone January 14, 2020 Conor, Hi. This is a very well crafted poem. I have just one question: should there be a question mark at the end of line 8? Mark Reply Conor Kelly March 16, 2020 Thank you, Mark, for pointing out what should have been obvious to me. On foot of your comment, I contacted the editors and they have amended the poem as you can see above. I appreciate your support. 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.