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

Mackerel Sky

An original poem by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro

Please read 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.

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.

This fine photo comes from the website of Dr. Cezar Danilevici, who alone owns it.

This photo is the property of Dr. Cezar Danilevici.

CHORUS

Mackerel Sky-ye-ye.

Grab yourself a board,

And give it a try.

Surf the waves of a Mackerel Sky.

The End