Hygge
Nobody knows just how you should say it
but, like a hug, it’s cosy, warm and safe -
sitting by the fire on a winter’s day
when it’s snowing outside and the whole pane
is white and a robin at the window
strips the holly bush and hot chocolate
steaming on the hearth, the pink marshmallows
melting and it’s as if you are waiting
for something only you’re not sure what yet
and a new book lies open on your lap
and you are about to read the best bit
so you lift your cup and you take a sip
then curl up snugly in the comfy chair
as a scent of oranges fills the air.
but, like a hug, it’s cosy, warm and safe -
sitting by the fire on a winter’s day
when it’s snowing outside and the whole pane
is white and a robin at the window
strips the holly bush and hot chocolate
steaming on the hearth, the pink marshmallows
melting and it’s as if you are waiting
for something only you’re not sure what yet
and a new book lies open on your lap
and you are about to read the best bit
so you lift your cup and you take a sip
then curl up snugly in the comfy chair
as a scent of oranges fills the air.
This poem is copyright (©) Carole Bromley 2025

About the Writer
Carole Bromley
Carole has won the Caterpillar Prize and had poems in Tyger, Tyger, The Toy, Paper Lanterns, Paperbound, Little Thoughts Press and Northern Gravy as well as in her collection, Blast Off! and anthologies from MacMillan, Nosy Crow and Emma Press. She does readings and workshops at festivals and in schools and in 2024 is tutoring courses on writing poetry for children at the Garsdale Retreat and for the Writing School online.