People.
All images
Imagined and unseen.
All minds,
Ancient, rusting, rain filled jars of nails,
Shimmering in an open meadow.
Where a knight, in the dull grey armour of fear,
Rides the golden horse;
The stag of a monument,
To Isis, Jesus, to man.
He breaks the jars
With jousts of laughter
As sick as stagnant pond moss;
Tadpoles in a cool tall glass,
Of mothers milk.
The nails fall
Shinning brown and brittle
In the harsh sun,
Oxidizing Green
In the form of a butterfly,
Gliding among the towers;
Among the unbroken, tilted
Jars of hate,
Where no awareness
Seeps into the silt covered glass,
Airtight and stale.
Sandra Osborne
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/symbolism-in-union/
