The patron saint of Catalunya is Sant Jordi (Saint George), the dragon-slayer. His day is celebrated throughout Catalunya every year on April 23rd in a festival of books and roses. I had a whimsy of George/ Jordi, riding home from work, tired after a hard day of jousting, or killing barbarians, or whatever, and when he gets to the village, he finds everbody’s yelling about the Princess being held captive by a dragon, and he knows his day isn’t over yet.
It wasn’t a good day he’d had.
In fact, he was tired and sad.
When he saw that dragon,
his spirits were flaggin’.
That reptile looked so very BAD!
But his Princess was caught in a tower
instead of their honeymoon bower.
So he hefted his lance,
and he took his best chance.
A legend was born in that hour!
Personally, I’ve always had a soft spot for the bad guy, the dragon.
5 thoughts on “Legend”
“When he saw that dragon, his spirits were flaggin!” Yowie! This is smokin hot poetry
“But his princess was caught in a tower instead of a cheap motel shower!”
Smokin’ hot and dragon-charred. It’s what it takes to be a bard!
M´encanta la illustracio Melanie i com fas servir el espai negatiu!
Love the poem too! merci
Love both the poem and the painting, Mel! ‘Bout time someone thought what a long day that must have been….