Thursday, April 23, 2026

St. George and the Dragon Inspired Verse--National Poetry Month 2026

 

St. George in Myth.

Today is the Feast Day of St. George as observed in England where he became the nation’s Patron Saint and is represented on the Union Jack by the upright red cross.  George is also venerated by Orthodox Christians and is the Patron Saint of Greecewhich explains why so many restaurant owners are named George.  But the Eastern and Western versions of why George is such a popular saint are very different.

Unlike some early popular saints there was apparently a historical George.   He was born around 256 Common Era probably in Palestine where his father, Gerontius, was a Patrician noble of Greek origin in the Roman Army occupying the province of Syria Palaestina.  The family was Christian.  George followed his father’s profession and rose rapidly in the Legions.  By his mid-twenties he was said to be a military tribune and stationed as an Imperial Guard of the Emperor at Nicomedia in northeast Asia Minor, then the capital of the eastern portion of the Roman Empire.  He was said to be a favorite of Galerius Caesar in the East under Diocletian, Augustus in Rome. 

George would likely have campaigned with Galerius against the Copts in Egypt and in the disastrous war with the Sassanid Persians.  Christians in the Army, especially senior officers were scapegoated for the loss.  In 305 A.D.  Diocletian, with Galerius’s support ordered all army officers to abandon Christianity and make public sacrifice to the Roman gods on pain of death.

George reportedly sold his slaves and gave away his wealth to the poor preparing to meet his fate.  Called personally before Galerius, the Emperor tried to convert his soldier and offered him new honors, titles, and lands as inducement.  George remained steadfast and was sentenced to death.  According to legend on his last night Galerius dispatched a comely virgin to George to remind him of the pleasures of the flesh, but instead of sleeping with her, he converted her on the spot, thus sealing the lass’s doom as well.

The next day, April 23, 303 CE George was beheaded but faced his fate with such equanimity that Empress Alexandra of Rome became a Christian as well and soon she joined George in martyrdom.

                                
                                        The elaborate Martyrdom of St. George by Renaissance master Paolo Veronese.  Note--no dragon.

George’s body was returned to his hometown of Lydda in Palestine for burial.  His crypt quickly became a shrine for pilgrims and a sect of veneration spread across the East.  He was the most prominent of the 14 Soldier Saints who fell to Diocletian’s persecution.  He is venerated among Orthodox Christians as one of the great martyrs of the Church and is especially adored by Greeks.

Historians quibble over the veracity of all of the details of this narrative, but most agree that there was soldier and that he was connected with the Diocletian persecution.

But you will notice the total absence of any mention of a dragon in this account, nor does the beast figure in Greek veneration or traditional iconography at least until the dragon tale is introduced from the West.

                               
                                            St. George, soldier saint, in a traditional style Greek icon.

George was so popular that the Muslims adopted him as a saint, transferring his martyrdom to the Kingdom of Mosul where he was said to have been executed three times and been resurrected from the dead each time.

George was officially canonized in the Western or Catholic Church in 494 by Pope Gelasius I, as among those “whose names are justly reverenced among men, but whose acts are known only to God,” which included other legendary figures like St. Christopher and St. Valentine.  Still, he was little known in the West until Crusaders brought his cult home, where it especially flourished in England and Sweden.  The knightly reverence for a soldier saint was key.

                    Horus slays Set as a crocodile in Egyptian myth--a model for St. George.

The origins of the Dragon story are somewhat obscure.  Elements of the tale may be traced to Egypt where the god Horus killed Set metamorphosed into a crocodile.  It may also have borrowed from the Muslim accounts with the dragon as a metaphor for the monster King of Mosul.  The Crusaders, however, were literalists, and the symbol may have been transformed into substance.

The earliest reference to a Dragon may have been in a 12th Century Latin text but the story began to be codified in the Speculum Historiale and the Golden Legend of the 13th Century.  The latter was especially the inspiration of bards, poets, and various versions of the tale started showing up across late Midlevel Europe. 

In Jacobus de Voragine’s Legenda aureaThe Golden LegendSilene in Libya was plagued by a venom-spewing dragon dwelling in a nearby pond, poisoning the countryside.  The local people placated the dragon with gifts of sheep but the insatiable beast was soon demanding human sacrifices which were chosen by lot among the children.  Eventually the King’s daughter fell to the lottery and she was sent, dressed a bride, to meet her doom.  The king offered his fortune to save his favorite child.


The Marriage of St. George and the Princes from the Golden Legend by Dante Gabriel Rosset
ti.

Enter George, a virtuous Knight traveling by chance alone in the Kingdom.  Hearing of the damsel’s plight, he made the Sign of the Cross and charged the monster on horseback, seriously wounding it with his lance.  The princess lassoed the dragon with her girdle and together the two led the subdued beast back to the King’s city, where George decapitated it with his broadsword.  In gratitude the King and all of the citizens convert to Christianity.   In later versions of the story George weds the lovely Princes, who is given different names.

The story may have originated with Georgian folk tales before the Crusader’s got it into the hands of Jacobus de Voragine.

At any rate, it was the perfect yarn for the age that was inventing Chivalry, as magical as any Arthurian legend

George began to inspire armies including the Franks at the siege of Antioch, in 1098, and at Jerusalem the following year.  The knightly Order of Sant Jordi d’Alfama was established by King Peter the Catholic of Aragon in 1201 followed by the Republic of GenoaKingdom of Hungary, and by Frederick III, Holy Roman Emperor in the 14th Century.

In England George was mentioned as early as Alfred the Great’s will but it was not until 1222 Synod of Oxford that Saint George's Day was declared a feast day. Edward III of put the Order of the Garter under the banner of St. George around 1348. The chronicler Jean Froissart observed the English invoked Saint George as a battle cry on several occasions during the Hundred Years’ War with France.

George was slowly, unofficially rising as a national saint, a position officially occupied by Edward the Confessor.  England was rife with local saints and their shrines like that of Thomas Becket at Canterbury, but these could invoke regional loyalties, not national ones, and be identified with Normans or Saxons.  George was aided by the very fact that he had no legendary connection with England, and no specifically localized shrine.  He could thus be a national symbol—or at least one for the feudal warlords and their men at arms who held sway over the country.

                                        
                                                      St. George as a Crusader knight.by Bernot Martorell.

The red-on-white cross was originally associated with the Knights Templar and subsequently with the Crusades in general and the noble houses who wished to be associated with it.  It began to be identified with St. George and began to be used as a banner by the Knights of the Order of the Garter.  From 1348 and throughout the 15th Century, the Saint George’s Cross was shown in the hoist of the Royal Standards of the Plantagenet kings of England.  With the dynastic union of England and Scotland in 1603, it was combined with the white on blue x-shaped Cross of St. Andrew for Scotland for what became the Union Flag, eventually the national flag of Great Britain.  In 1801 following the following the union Great Britain and Ireland the red Cross of St. Patrick was imposed on a background of the white Cross of St. Andrew to complete the modern Union Jack national flag of the United Kingdom.


The England's Flag of St. George, right, incorporated into the Union Jack.

St. George and his Cross were such a popular symbol for England that both survived the Puritan Commonwealth unscathed.  St. George’s Cross was the only Saint’s banner that was allowed to be flown.

Today the modern Catholic Church is somewhat embarrassed by the dragon lore.  Like Valentine and others his feast has been demoted on the liturgical calendar, although he did not lose his saintly status entirely like St. Christopher.  His feast, however, is still celebrated in by Catholics and the Church of England alike as well as across much of the old Empire and Commonwealth.

Needless to say, with such fertile ground, poets have had much to say about St. George and his dragon beginning with almost endless medieval ballads, which I will spare you here.

Cicely Fox Smith was an English poet and writer born in LymmCheshire on February 1, 1882 and educated at Manchester High School for Girls.  She briefly lived in Canada, before returning to the United Kingdom shortly before the outbreak of World War I.  Before her death in 1954 she wrote and published more than 600 poems, many with patriotic or naval themes.  A popular and much beloved non-academic poet, she invoked St. George, as so many had done before, to answer the call to battle, this time against the “Huns” in the Great War of 1914-1918.

                 
                                   Cicely Fox Smith.

St. George of England

Saint George he was a fighting man, as all the tales do tell;
He fought a battle long ago, and fought it wondrous well.
With his helmet, and his hauberk, and his good cross-hilted sword,
Oh, he rode a-slaying dragons to the glory of the Lord.
And when his time on earth was done, he found he could not rest
Where the year is always summer in the Islands of the Blest;
So he came to earth again, to see what he could do,
And they cradled him in England -
In England, April England -
Oh, they cradled him in England where the golden willows blew!

Saint George he was a fighting man, and loved a fighting breed,
And whenever England wants him now, he's ready at her need,
From Crecy field to Neuve Chapelle he's there with hand and sword,
And he sailed with Drake from Devon to the glory of the Lord.
His arm is strong to smite the wrong and break the tyrant's pride,
He was there when Nelsom triumphed, he was there when Gordon died;
He sees his red-cross ensign float on all the winds that blow,
But ah! His heart’s in England -
In England, April England -
Oh, his heart it turns to England where the golden willows grow!

Saint George he was a fighting man, he’s here and fighting still
While any wrong is yet to right or Dragon yet to kill,
And faith! He’s finding work this day to suit his war-worn sword,
For he’s strafing Huns in Flanders to the glory of the Lord.
Saint George he is a fighting man, but when the fighting’s past,
And dead among the trampled fields the fiercest and the last
Of all the Dragons earth has known beneath his feet lies low,
Oh, his heart will turn to England -
To England, April England -
He’ll come home to rest in England where the golden willows blow!

Cicely Fox Smith


Brian Patten.

Brian Patten is an 80-year-old English poet from Liverpool who first rose to prominence with the late ‘60s poetry anthology The Mersey Sound.  He has written autobiographical collections for adults as well as books for children and young adults.  Here he had a very different take on both the dragon and St. George.  Of note, you should know that it is customary to wear a red rose on St. George’s Day in England, which, by the way was also the symbol of the Lancastrians in the War of the Roses.

The True Dragon

St George was out walking
He met a dragon on a hill,
It was wise and wonderful
Too glorious to kill
 
It slept amongst the wild thyme
Where the oxlips and violets grow
Its skin was a luminous fire
That made the English landscape glow
 
Its tears were England’s crystal rivers
Its breath the mist on England’s moors
Its larder was England’s orchards,
Its house was without doors
 
St George was in awe of it
It was a thing apart
He hid the sleeping dragon
Inside every English heart
 
So on this day let’s celebrate
England’s valleys full of light,
The green fire of the landscape
Lakes shivering with delight
 
Let’s celebrate St George’s Day,
The dragon in repose;
The brilliant lark ascending,
The yew, the oak, the rose.

 

—Brian Patten

 


Elvis Mcgonagall
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Elvis Mcgonagall was born in Dundee, Scotland in 1960 and is a stand-up comic and is notable for poetry slam performances.  He is also something of a Scottish nationalist despite currently residing in Dorset in England.  He takes a Scott’s more jaundiced view of George and the hoopla surrounding him.

George!

 

Once more unto the breach, dear Morris Dancers once more

Jingle your bells, thwack sticks, raise flagons

Cry “God for Harry and Saint George!”

Gallant knight and slayer of dragons

Patron saint of merry England –

And Georgia, and Catalonia, and Portugal, Beirut, Moscow

Istanbul, Germany, Greece

Archers, farmers, boy scouts, butchers and sufferers of syphilis

Multicultural icon with sword and codpiece

On, on you bullet-headed saxon sons

Fly flags from white van and cab

But remember stout yeomen, your champion was Turkish

So – get drunk and have a kebab.

 

—Elvis Mcgonagall

Another dissenting view came from Nancy Senior, who casts a skeptical eye on the assumptions of would-be savior knights, and maybe men in general.


St. George  slays the Dragon by Jost Haller.

St. George

My dragon always loved walks

He used to go to the wall

where the golden chain hung

and take it in his mouth

laying his head on my lap sideways,

so the fire wouldn’t burn my skirt

 

He looked so funny that way

with his wings dragging the floor

and his rear end high up

because he couldn’t bend his hind legs.

 

With him on the leash,

I could go anywhere

No band of robbers dared attack.

 

This morning in the woods

we had stopped for a drink

where a spring gushes out of a cave.

 

when suddenly, a man in amour

riding a white horse

leapt out of the bushes crying

“Have no fear I will save you”

And before I could say a word

he had stabbed my dragon in the throat

and leaping down from the horse

cut off his head

and held it up for me to see

the poor eyes still surprised

and mine filling with tears/

He hadn’t even had time to put out his claws.

 

And the man said

“Don’t cry, Maiden

You are safe now

But let me give some good advice

Don’t ever walk alone in the woods

for the next time you meet a dragon

there might not be a knight around to save you."

 

—Nancy Senior

Wednesday, April 22, 2026

With the World at the Tipping Point of Catastrophe It's Earth Day Again—National Poetry Month 2026

Three years before the first Earth Day underground cartoonist R. Cobb invented the omega symbol for the burgeoning ecology movement in 1967.

Today is Earth Day which was first observed world-wide with giant marches and rallies 55 years ago today on April 22, 1970. It took the energy and activism of the peace movement and anti-Vietnam War protests and gave people a new purpose. It has generally been credited with reorienting somewhat stodgy and human-use focused conservationism into a dynamic ecology movement. It is still widely celebrated and has become a kind of semi-official holiday. 

But it has often been co-opted and is used both by polluting mega corporations and thumb-twiddling governments as green washing and providing support for band aid personal activities like recycling to avoid deeper changes which would cut profits, re-order economies, and fundamentally change how we live our lives. 
 
Now, that’s not enough for the oligarchy. The Trump maladministration is seriously trying to void every single environmental regulation across all Federal agencies since the 19th Century.
 
The radical cutting edge of environmentalism is now the youth-led climate change activism inspired by Greta Thunberg which accepts no excuses, demands immediate action, and is willing to employ mass disruptive direct action. 

The ugly, brutal invasion of Ukraine also reminds us that war itself is an ecological disaster as if other conflicts involving non-Europeans like those in Iran, Yemen, Palestine, sub-Saharan Africa, Myanmar, and Central America were not enough evidence. 
 
Still, Earth Day remains at least an important reminder for many people. Today we share appropriate poems for the occasion by Jane YolenJerry Pendergast, the venerable but very dead Walt Whitman, and a still kicking Old Man
 
                                               
                                                     Jane Yollen.
 

Jane Yolen, born February 11, 1939 is an American writer of fantasy, science fiction, and children’s books. She is the author or editor of more than 350 books, of which the best known is the Holocaust novella The Devil’s Arithmetic.  Her other works include the Nebula Award−winning short story Sister Emily’s Lightship, the novelette Lost GirlsOwl MoonThe Emperor and the Kite, the Commander Toad series, and How Do Dinosaurs Say Goodnight.  She has collaborated on works with all three of her children, most extensively with Adam Stemple.

Earth Day

I am the Earth

And the Earth is me.

Each blade of grass,

Each honey tree,

Each bit of mud,

And stick and stone

Is blood and muscle,

Skin and bone.

 

And just as I

Need every bit

Of me to make

My body fit,

So Earth needs

Grass and stone and tree

And things that grow here

Naturally.

 

That’s why we

Celebrate this day.

That’s why across

The world we say:

As long as life,

As dear, as free,

I am the Earth

And the Earth is me.

 

Jane Yolen


Jerry Pendergast.
 

Jerry Pendergast is a working class Chicago poet and activist who frequently shares his work on the Chicago Revolutionary Poets Brigade Facebook group.  He has been a regular at such city venues as the Guild Annex and Green Mill Tavern.  He has been featured on this blog before.  His work is often infused with music, especially jazz.  He also draws inspiration from the struggles of working people and the oppressed.  This piece was published in Blue Collar Review and Saving The World Anthology.

                                 In Pleasant Falls Earth Day

1.

The thumb                                                   

snaps the camera

Marries images of

Man, woman

picked from the bar

at the Falls Inn

Each waiting for a table

In town for a conference

Both from out of state.

Wedding costumes

from town’s Image Bureau

Camera has captured

smiles on cue

Checks waiting

For “bride”

for “groom”.

Chemical banks

of the river

a mile from the Falls Inn

drying, the water is low.

2.

Is anyone inspecting

plants at Industrial Park

built with a loan

from Chemical Bank?

Timber

from thinning forest

five year tax exemption

the dowery

for jobs vowed

Printing Press

Multiplies

bride and groom

Images

for brochures

billboards

Image of “couple”                   

Posed

in front of

Falls Inn

Honeymoon suite

Another

in front of

a bungalow

Looking at the hired smiles,

could anyone imagine

The groom impotent?

The bride dry?

Pleasant Falls children

with mutated genes?

Or agents in the blood stream

of any towns people

taking a decade or 2 from lives?

Corporate agents, lawyers

claiming levels

of designated chemical agents

in streams and ground

acceptable. 

Jerry Pendergast


Walt Whitman literally should need no introduction.  This 19th Century poem takes a more personal and cosmic view reminding us of what Unitarian Universalists call the interdependent web of all existence.

                                  On the Beach at Night Alone

On the beach at night alone,

As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song,

As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef of the universes and of the future.

 

A vast similitude interlocks all,

All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets,

All distances of place however wide,

All distances of time, all inanimate forms,

All souls, all living bodies though they be ever so different, or in different worlds,

All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes, the fishes, the brutes,

All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages,

All identities that have existed or may exist on this globe, or any globe,

All lives and deaths, all of the past, present, future,

This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann’d,

And shall forever span them and compactly hold and enclose them.

 

Walt Whitman         

                    
                             The Old Man.

And finally, another from that annoying Old Man.

The Fire Next Time is Now

August 27, 2019

 

For this they willfully forget: that by the word of God the heavens were of old, and the earth standing out of water and in the water, by which the world that then existed perished, being flooded with water. But the heavens and the earth which are now preserved by the same word, are reserved for fire until the day of judgment and perdition of ungodly men.

 

           —2 Peter 3: 5-7 The Bible New King James Version

 

Okay, so Biblical Prophecy is not my thing.

Mumbo-jumbo, mystic-tristick bullshit.

It gives me a rash and a headache.

 

But this creeps me out, you know?

            Cripes look at the headlines!

                        Record Heat Wave Feeds Massive Australian Bush Fires

                        Wildfires Permanently Alter Alaska’s Forest Composition

                        Huge Wildfires in the Arctic and Far North Send a Planetary Warning

                        Siberia is Burning!

                        Lungs of the World Ablaze in the Amazon

                        More Fires Now Burning in Angola, Congo Than Amazon.

 

Maybe Peter, or whoever wrote in his name,

            was onto something after all.

            I don’t know exactly who is un-godly

—me probably, you maybe,

those guys over there,

but maybe the day of judgement and perdition

is on us all after all.

 

We failed somehow despite the warnings

            of a thousand prophets, Jeremiahs, and Cassandras

            who warned us over and over

            to do something before it’s too late.

 

Is it too late really?  We beg for answers from the Holy seers.

            Hear our plea

                        Al Gore

                        Neil deGrasse Tyson

                        Gagged scientists of NOAA and NASA

Greta Thunberg  and your children’s crusade.

                        Elders of the Alaskan Nunakauyarmiut Tribe

 

Can we wake up, you know, like Scrooge on Christmas morning

            fresh and new, our eyes wide open

            and throw open the shutters to buy the world

            a turkey and a second chance?

 

Probably not that easy.

 

But you know what’s worse?

            That Bible guy said no flood this time,

            but he was wrong—

            the oceans rise, the world sinks

            Fire and Flood

                        Fire and Flood

                                    Fire and Flood.

 

—Patrick Murfin