On the threshold of war,
Magritte promised liberty
with a painting compartmentalizing
an octave of ambiguities held in check
by an appliqué-flat
in the space created
by angled panels.
Walls of verdancy and altocumulus clouds.
An anonymous nude tilts
toward a suggestion of flame.
[This is an excerpt from “Magritte’s Panels”. Check out other original poems here.]