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