by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:11pm

When I was in Grade Five

at The Sandy Point Consolidated School

there was A Beautiful Dark Haired Girl

who told Us of Her Mother calling

a certain kind of cloud cover

“Mackerel Sky” for

the fillet-shaped fleshy flecks

of the fish I knew so well

from when My Mother used to roll Her Fillets

in flour and “froy them up roight crisp”

in butter served with lemon and parsley