Elizabeth Barrette (ysabetwordsmith) wrote,
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Poem: "Hygge"

This poem came out of the December 1, 2015 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from [personal profile] alexseanchai, [personal profile] dialecticdreamer, and [personal profile] eseme. It also fills the "stranded" square in my 11-3-15 card for the Disaster Bingo fest, the "inventive" square in my 12-1-15 card for the Defining Character Bingo fest, the "huddle for warmth" square in my 10-1-15 card for the [community profile] trope_bingo fest, and the "orgasm" square in my 10-2-15 card for the [community profile] ladiesbingo fest. This poem has been selected as the free perk for the January 5, 2016 Poetry Fishbowl meeting its $200 goal. It belongs to the series Hart's Farm.


The blizzard howls outside,
snow lashing against the windows.

A lot of people have holed up
in the common house but
Aisling, Lia, and Svanhilda
are sharing Dýrfinna's house
along with her children
Bjarni and Drífa.

Aisling and Dýrfinna lie
on the sheepskin rug
in front of the roaring fire,
huddling together for warmth.

Lia and Svanhilda are
sharing the big bed.

The children are
snuggled together too.

The room is fragrant with
the scent of beeswax candles
and the pot of split-pea soup
basking beside the fireplace.

"Are they asleep yet?" Lia whispers.

"We're not asleep," Aisling says.

"Not you," Lia giggles.
"The children!"

"Ohh," says Aisling.

"They're asleep,"
Dýrfinna assures them.

More giggling and tussling
under the blankets ensue
as Lia and Svanhilda
take advantage of
the semi-privacy.

Soon Svanhilda disappears
underneath the covers and
Lia begins to moan.

"Shh! If you make too much noise,
you might wake the children,"
Dýrfinna warns them.

Svanhilda pushes a pillow over
Lia's face and the other woman
uses it to muffle her cries.

Aisling likes mostly men, whereas
Svanhilda likes only women
and Lia likes both.

Dýrfinna certainly likes men,
and has perhaps a casual interest
in women, but both of them
quite enjoy snuggling.

It is warm and sweet by the fire,
so Aisling asks, "Would you like
to play a game of whist?"

Dýrfinna readily agrees,
so they play cards while Lia
and Svanhilda exchange orgasms.

Presently Lia complains,
"It's so dark in here, and the snow
is still falling outside, but I can't
hear the wind as much now."

"That's because the snow has drifted
above the windows," says Svanhilda.

She opens one -- much to the dismay
and squawked protests of the other women --
and proceeds to punch holes in the snowbank
with her fists. Then she sticks candles
into the snow and lights them.

Outside the window appears
a beautiful golden glow.

It can be hard to weather the bad times,
but it's not as difficult with good friends
and a warm house with the smell of
rich food slowly simmering on the hearth.

"All right," says Lia, "I'm happy now."

* * *


Hygge is the practice of snuggling through winter.

See a recipe for Scandinavian Split Pea Soup.

Swedish cards use French suits and include games such as Scandinavian Whist.
Tags: cyberfunded creativity, fantasy, fishbowl, gender studies, poem, poetry, reading, romance, weblit, writing

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