foment in the firmament

arqios

Foment in the Firmament


There is a stirring above the stillness,
a slow‑brewed unrest
braiding itself into the blue.

Cloud‑veins thicken,
their edges bruised with light,
and the air tastes of iron and distance.

Somewhere, a wind rehearses its entrance,
curling through the rafters of the sky,
its breath warm with the scent of rain not yet born.

Birds wheel lower,
their wings cutting arcs in the charged flush,
as if tracing the script of what is coming.

The sun, half‑veiled,
becomes a coin passed from palm to palm
in a game no one admits to playing.

And I stand beneath it all,
feeling the pulse of that high conspiracy —
the foment in the firmament —
gathering its syllables,
ready to speak in thunder.

 

 

 

 

 

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  • Author: crypticbard (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 12th, 2025 05:08
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    Powerful and full of nature's strength this poem feels like a new birth. Lovely Cryptic

    • arqios

      Thanks Soren; new birth is an excellent image🕊️🙏🏻

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome Cryptic

      • orchidee

        I can't shay that title after a ginsh or threesh. Hic! lol. Notice the good acting there from me?! Fomentsh in the firmamentsh, is it?

        • arqios

          Fermented beverages tend to do that mate 🤣🕊️🙏🏻

        • Kevin Hulme

          Very Atmospheric, if you'll pardon the Pun.
          'Scent of the Rain ' is right . Enjoyed.

          • arqios

            Petrichor! Pun-tastic!

          • Tristan Robert Lange

            Yes indeed, dearest Rik…I know that charged stillness before the storm, when air itself tastes of iron. You’ve captured it with force. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛ Well done, my mate!

            • arqios

              One of my favourite moments- the anticipation, the build up! Just like the fraction of a second before leaping off the diving platform. 🕊️🙏🏻

            • Fína Elara 🌙 Petra Patrice

              ‘Somewhere, a wind rehearses its entrance,
              curling through the rafters of the sky,
              its breath warm with the scent of rain not yet born.’

              Love this stanza. Fascinating poem.

              • arqios

                Thanks Fina; glad it came across 🕊️🙏🏻

              • Goldfinch60

                Wonderful words Rik, the strength of nature is always there but it can also bring wonder to our lives.

                Andy

                • arqios

                  Thanks Andy🕊️🙏🏻



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