"Mackerel Sky", a poem about rippling cirrocumulus or altocumulus cloud formations.

Mackerel Sky

An original poem by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro

Consider reading along to my Spoken Verse Performance.

VERSE 1

Turned on the TV,

Switched to the morning show,

Where I saw waves stacked up for miles.

Knew that we were lucky,

That we didn't need to go,

To the North Shores of Hawaiian isles.

VERSE 2

And while, here and now,

That water might be thrilling.

When we get to the sweet bye and bye.

I can't tell you quite how,

But my dream, the Good Lord willing:

To Surf the waves of a Mackerel Sky.

CHORUS

Mackerel Sky-ye-ye.

Grab yourself a board,

And give it a try.

Surf the waves of a Mackerel Sky.

This is a photo of sunrise over a landfill.

BRIDGE

If anyone has read,

A Silver Surfer comic,

Then you gotta know,

From where I come.

And why I will not stop.

The lucky ones who shred,

Feel a rush that's atomic.

Yeah, a big wave pro,

Sets an edge at the bottom,

Then swings back up to the top.

And so it goes, across a mackerel sky.

VERSE 3

This poet doesn't care,

How the prevailing wind blows.

And that some call this work "doggeral".

I issue this dare,

To my peers who write in prose,

Let's hear your poem about mackerel.

CHORUS

Mackerel Sky-ye-ye.

Grab yourself a board,

And give it a try.

Surf the waves of a Mackerel Sky.

The End