Original Poetry: from “Magritte’s Panels”

On the threshold of war,
      Magritte promised liberty
with a painting compartmentalizing
      an octave of ambiguities held in check
by an appliqué-flat
      black cannon

in the space created
      by angled panels.
Walls of verdancy and altocumulus clouds.
      Tessellated mechanisms.
An anonymous nude tilts
      toward a suggestion of flame.
 
 
 
 
 
[This is an excerpt from “Magritte’s Panels”. Check out other original poems here.]

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