Poetry – Cosy

By Maxim Trevelyan

On the dreary eve, Cold, I came back to my house, Shivering, shaking. Putting coat away, I went to the kitchen light, Surprise awaiting. Silvery, steaming Mug of dark, goodness delight, Brings back warmth inside. Taking a small sip, Many tastes exploded out, I knew I’ll be fine.

By Sky Alton

Beyond the Portrait Hole The nearby fire pops and cracks The cushions, soft at my back Through the window the light fails Around the tower wind wails. While I dream by the fireside The ink on my quill has dried There’s still work to do before bed Answers to find in my head. All around me students chat, Did you hear, who, this and that Leave aside work and duty Relish life’s simple beauty

By Prof. Tarma Black

Cosy Cosy is squished Under a fifty pound dog Who trusts you to let her Steal the bed The couch And feed her so that Her ribs and spine never protrude again And who looks at you with Eyes of love. Cosy is being pushed over to the Edge of the bed And happy.

By Polaris Black
There once was a student from Gryff
Whose mates got him into a tiff
Though cozy and warm
They snuck out the dorm
Once they jinxed him silent and stiff.
 
But it all worked out in the end
And he didn’t take long to mend
He earned ten rubies
So rare for newbies
 
Just for standing up to a friend.