Katherine Knecht

Katherine Knecht

BandFolkAdult Contemporary

I'm flying solo as a lyricist/songwriter; I'm not in a band.

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Mackerel Sky

Written By: Katherine Knecht

Mackerel Sky
Copyright © 2012 Katherine Knecht
knecht2@comcast.net

My father slowly walks me down the aisle
I wear white chiffon and pearls
“Keep pace with me,” he whispers, with an angel’s smile
And then, I am his little girl:

My bare feet on his loafers cut the rug
Laughing dizzily, we twirl
“You waltz too fast,” he blithely teases, speeding up
My pigtails spinning in a whirl

But this is where he waves goodbye
Where dawn’s tormented, dithering sigh
Blows daggers through my windowpane
From its restless mackerel sky, “ne’er long dry”

I waken to the acrid, musty stench:
Booze and shame sweat through his pores
It’s how I’ve come to know my papa’s home, again
From binges of five weeks, or more

But Father of the Bride, like déjà vu
Blurs the ironclad time of day
He’d never miss the daddy-daughter barbecue
And he’s the ghost at my school play

Yet again, he’ll wave goodbye
Where dawn’s tormented, dithering sigh
Blows daggers through my windowpane
From its restless mackerel sky, “ne’er long dry”

At twelve years old, my fists will not unclench
My birthday finds him at the bar
At twenty-one, I kiss the groom without a glitch
Relieved my father isn’t there

And at his wake, I try in vain to cry
The casket, closing, breathes “Amen”
Who was this tortured shadow? Just a passerby
An empty bottle in his hand

Silently, he waves goodbye
Where dawn’s tormented, dithering sigh
Blows daggers through my windowpane
From its restless mackerel sky, “ne’er long dry”

At forty-two, I don’t recall my dreams
But there he stands, beside my bed
His ashen hand draws ill-timed pearls from a canteen
I pull the sheets about my head

With care, he lifts my veil of white chiffon
And asks, “Who gives this bride away?”
“Keep pace with me,” he answers; then, he’s well nigh gone
With one last breath of my bouquet

But in the mist, he waves goodbye
Where dawn’s tormented, dithering sigh
Blows daggers through my windowpane
From its restless mackerel sky, “ne’er long dry”