Jacopo and the Dragon
Inspired by St George and the Dragon, by Jacopo Tintoretto
I bolted towards the eerie array of colourless trees,
Leaning into the envenomed depths of the sea.
St George the Prince sat stiff, resolute
His bony fingers clasped around
the strands of moonlight floating from my mane.
A piercing shriek carried by the breeze-
Echoing, slithering into my perked ears
The young princess stood in horror,
her indigo eyes frozen
on the scaly golden-green wings of the dragon,
“Run, Jaco, run!” bellowed the Prince
I was a white streak drawing nearer,
to the damsel.
Her only solace was the veil of coral silk,
which eased her mind into gentle
waves of youth
The fiery glare of St George
Bore into my spirit.
A fading man lay sprawled on the
His hand outstretched
Towards the fleeing Princess
As I approached the growling dragon
I caught glimpse of a deception, a malign
Wavering in the princess’s eyes, fluttering in her smile
St George slid off my back, lurching forward
His sword skimming
The throat of the dragon
I flung my hooves, into the glazing
Mouth of the dragon
A moment of distraction
A hint of forgetfulness
And the fangs of the dragon
Sunk into my neck
My last, quivering breath…
And my conscience slid out of my mouth,
Overlapping with the clouds
A joy seeped into my pain
As I dwelled on the
long, pleasant life
St. George would have
with the Princess.
But the light withheld Truth, and
Truth pounded in my ears.
The princess, she was the most
poisonous one of them all.
And here I reside, a messenger of the Skies,
Transposing the hidden memories
Of a distant legend
Onto a crisp, unblemished canvas.
Jeanne Beyazian & Alice Bellan