Colours of Courage
by Monty Edwards
When I see both red and white,
I think about a fabled fight
That took place long ago.
A soldier brave rode out to save
A maiden from a dragon’s cave.
That dragon was his foe!
With lance aloft and poised to pierce,
George rode toward that dragon fierce
And struck a lethal blow.
Then all at once its fiery breath,
Extinguished by its sudden death
Was scarcely seen to glow!
The horse, once white, was quite a sight
With blood-red smears gained in the fight:
A most courageous steed!
Without his horse, St George, of course,
Would hardly be a fighting force
And likely, first to bleed!
In fighting flame, George made his name.
When vict’ry came, he gained great fame.
“The man’s a saint!” folk cried.
Now freed from fear and full of cheer,
They praised St George one day each year,
Long after he had died.
The story grew as stories do.
I fear that few may think it true.
I leave the verdict up to you.
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #9
Author Comment: Lacking inspiration, I began to focus on the colours in the prompt, rather than the shapes. I grew up in the St George district of Sydney, my sisters attended St George Girls’ High School, while I followed and participated in St George sporting teams, all featuring red and white in combination. It was time to research the legend and begin to acquaint a new generation with it.