Day 24: Seemingly Nosense

Yesterday's prompt (yes, I am trying to catch up on my poems):  a “mix-and-match” poem in which you mingle fancy vocabulary with distinctly un-fancy words.

Bardolatry - humorous excessive admiration of Shakespeare (‘the Bard of Avon’)

cerulean - deep sky blue

clepsydra - an early clock using the flow of water into or out of a container

dwaal - S. African a dreamy, dazed, or absent-minded state

glaikit - Scottish & N. English stupid, foolish, or thoughtless

 Seemingly Nonsense

The cloying air

Hanging is cloistered masses

Like curtains in the windows.

They are coloured cerulean,

I bet you don’t know what thst colour is?

But I remember that time,

Blowing lacy fabric,

Standing in an empty room,

When sunlight shining down.

When I,

Worshipping Bardolatry,

Whispering thou blessed words

Within the pine forest.

In the selfsame sunshine

And the trickling of the clepsydra,

Meaning I am not outside,

But in a somewhat dwaalish state.

Knowing what I know,

I don’t feel the glaikit in the least,

And I can only marvel at the poem

That I have just written,

For you.