Black text of a poem upon a background of an starry aurora borealis on mountains, with a lake cabin scene overlaid at the bottom. "The Lambent Conjecture: A Ghazal Our mornings started sweet under quilts and birdsong sighing; Freshly-baked bread to eat, and in the stove embers were lying We once felt it uncomfortable fantasy, this sudden wild yearning, breaking our ivory-tower stagnancy; our hearts must be lying The idea of ourselves together, lambent, was a hidden hypothetical, deliberately unexamined as to avoid where truth was lying. That quietus from our existences to a warm cabin in woods, was offered as an experiment done in fantasy, yet without lying With dispassion we discussed the Puritan and the prurient alike in terms lambent then heated; without assumptions outlying-- An intellectual love affair chock-full of P and Qs triple-checked, scenarios simulated without fanfare, isn’t where most romance’s lying Yet in long odds, we proposed a possibility, maybe a legacy coveted-- and quickly, one by one, on the ground our clothes were lying. EchoGnomics"

👉For your consideration: "The Lambent Conjecture: A #Ghazal."
Prompt credit roll:
#Fantasy
#Foxprose #a_legacy_coveted
#cassiopeian #offer
#emoetry #uncomfortable
#tower #wildwalkprompt
#vss365 #lambent
#GLOWprompt #Romance, #cabin, #bread, lying.
Also, too many BBT reruns