‘Twas a ferly night
as the noctilucent clouds
fossicked the stars
while they gambolled about
the caliginous sky.

Their diaphanous light
angered the jealous moon
who came in a foudroyantic tantivy
and levigated them
until the heavens were covered
in baby powder.

Weeping, the stars took felt-tipped markers
across the firmament,
colouring the dew,
which fell to the ground
in colourful day’s eyes
and lion’s teeth.

When the pococurante sun stretched
and rose from her mattress,
she noticed the vestigial vapour,
took a tennis racquet
and batted it away.

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NaPoWriMo — Day Twenty-Four:  Write a “mix-and-match” poem in which you mingle fancy vocabulary with distinctly un-fancy words.

I had more difficulty getting those “everyday” words into this poem than I did the ostentatious ones.

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