There's a small space with lowered ceiling and a fireplace just off the formal living room which is our evening refuge 

 




The Snug

 

 

Old Overstuffed and oversized

Two wingbacks occupy the snug

Claret velvet worn by countless

Weary bottoms backs and arms

 

Twixt them a voluptuous ottoman

Of hand sewn random leather

Pieces of bits in size and colour

Forming a cylinder softly stuffed

 

The hearth of ageold stone and brick

Warms the space with a mellow fire

Of peat bricks softly glowing red

This night of rest and calm repose





Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-03-07 at 00:53

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Sounds wonderfully cosy, having always lived in large cavernous homes, my childhood home, we had what was called the breakfast room, where we would camp out for the winter before moving back to the drawing room - we children had our own space which we called the rumpus room

Elle x
2021-03-08


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
It sounds like the ideal place to ride out the winter.
2021-03-08


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
The space and the ambiance are enviably snug, indeed :) I love the richly descriptive way you portray the moments in your poetry. As mentionned, it really gives the full spectrum of depth to see and feel what you present. It's wonderful, thanks.
2021-03-07


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Your snug sounds remarkably similar to Badger's (in The Wind in the Willows), down to the two over-stuffed chairs before the fire and the low ceiling.

Poets often share their thoughts, but rarely their literal interior spaces. I enjoyed this glimpse of your home. It does indeed sound snug.
2021-03-07