imaginarygarden The Tuesday Platform Imagined By Marian
“Please link up a poem, old or new, and visit the offerings of our fellow writers.”
The following is Debi Swim’s unofficial addendum to “Eric and the small insect-book” a novel written by a Dutch author Godfried Bomans:
After I got over my shock of being suddenly small as an insect, I had many adventures and heard amazing stories and histories of the inhabitants of the meadow. One group of peoples I met were the beautiful winged flying creatures. They allowed me to sit with them and listen to an elder speak of their lore and history. The following is the very beginning of the beginning.
Deep in a cave there came the sound of sobbing. Odonata, the last living dragon in the world lay trembling in sorrow and fear. Sorrow that all the ones she loved were dead. Fear because she was next. The strong men of Galentia had closed off all exits to the cave and sent their best archers down the tunnel that led to Odonata.
She prayed that she would meet death with courage and grace. The god Leviathan took pity on her and spoke these words, “Because I have loved you, despite your cruel heart, I will not allow your reign to end. I will give you a gentle heart, break your teeth, and give you color and beauty that men would admire, rather than hate, you.”
The men came to the mouth of her lair. They expected a fiery death for themselves but they would kill her; they had vowed. But, instead, she rose to stand and bared her heart, her only vulnerable part. In death she would not exact revenge. The arrows all met their mark dead on. She collapsed with a hiss.
At Leviathan’s command, Odonata grew small, her wings and body iridescent, delicate, lovely. He gave her the ability to fly gracefully in six directions and to hover. And though he shortened her life span she and her offspring would live fully in the moment with joy and beauty. “Go forth,” he said, “Your name shall be Dragonfly.”
This was written in response to Fairy Tale Prompt MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for Chèvrefeuille