It’s been a stressful day so I wanted to write something fun. This is the result! The prompt was to play about with words and use a bit of alliteration.

Bring me the long words.  I’ve subsisted

for too long on words of one or two syllables

and frankly, I’m undernourished.

Gaunt, sickly. You can count my ribs. Go on.

Bring out the fancy morphemes on a

porcelain plate.  The ones with curlicues

and surprising pronunciations.  Soughing. Psithurism.

No word salads here. Bring me the full-fat, unskimmed specimens.

Shock me with some hyperbole. Bring me the epitome of verbosity.  No

longer out of reach of the working class writer

 – now we’re all invited to the purple party.

Fill my glass to the brim with the good

stuff – I want to be woozy with words,

giddy with grandiloquence, bloated

with bombast.  Bring me the big words

and watch me waste them.  I’ll wallow

in them like Cleopatra in her bath of milk.

They’ll cling to me like secrets, spilling

out accidentally in conversation wherever I go. 

Bring me the longest words.  Let me enjoy them.