Write about dragonflies and another beast or beasts.
This isn’t a poem, it’s a story…Oops, but now I would like to share it anyways. Enjoy. On second thought, I made a little poem at the end about Marvin. Now I guess it fits the prompt.
Marvin the beast
My grandpa once told me a story about a giant beast who decided to become a positive member in the negative world we now know as Trumptatorship, a time when the country reversed from being a democracy with a President and other equal branches, to a dictatorship with one evil dictator.
“Grandpa, please, tell me the story about the beast again!”
“Ha-ha, well okay Sydney, but you remember it’s the ending that is the important part of this story.”
“I know Grandpa, I promise to think only the ending is good.”
“Back a long time ago when people were healthy, there was a beast. He lived in a village outside the city and typically drove his car back and forth to the city several times a day. He did not care that his car was old, that he had not passed emissions ever, or that the smell of burning rubber was just that, old tires being burned in the trunk to run the car. He would throw his garbage out the window every mile, to scatter it evenly so it did not seem like he was dumping his trash in one load on the side of the road. On top of this, he rarely ever paid for things he took home. He was a beast and for most shop owners when they saw old Marvin walk in, the only thing they paid attention to was old Marvin leaving.
Marvin lived like this for many years and ignored the positive aspects of the government and the beauty of a free country. He never realized how much he contributed to the decline, which eventually led to Trumptatorship.
It was on a sunny day in May when Marvin looked up at the sky and could see nothing but blue skies with wispy white clouds. There was no more gray. The air smelled like blossoms off a tree. Marvin was confused. He felt sort of good inside, some sense of positive.
Marvin hopped into his car and turned the key in the ignition. Nothing happened. He tried again, still nothing. First, he went to check the trunk. Maybe he was out of tires to burn? Nope he had plenty. Next, he went to look at the engine. Every part in there was replaceable, except shipping was now so slow from China. Marvin knew there was nowhere in this country to buy parts, but that did not really matter because Marvin did not see anything wrong with the car. Marvin just stared at the car, not sure what he would do next. Suddenly, a dragon fly, about the size of a small hummingbird, came and rested upon his open hood. Marvin had only heard of these creatures, never ever saw one!
What happened next is what changed Marvin. That dragonfly, the one that landed on the hood of the car, began taking off a thick, grimy layer of dragonfly skin. The dragonfly that emerged was the most beautiful thing Marvin had ever seen. He smiled at the dragonfly and she smiled back at him.
“Please big beast, may I live with you in your clean town, with clean air and no horrible fuel emissions?”
Marvin did not know how to respond so he just nodded his head. From that point on, Marvin and his beautiful dragonfly did nothing to hurt the earth, knowing that the dragonfly never wanted to put on the oily suit again.
“Grandpa, how did he know that he shouldn’t drive his car?”
“Well, Sydney, I don’t know but if I had to take a guess, I would say the dragonfly told Marvin that that old car was nothing but a giant polluter.”
©2020 CBialczak Fiction
Marvin and the dragonfly
Marvin was a giant beast
Who didn’t care at all
About the world around him
Until dragonfly came to call.
She told him he should not drive
That beat up, junky car.
Emission is what covers
The earth where we see a star.
Where there is one star we had learned
There were so many more
Keeping our earth clean and nice
Was a priority not a chore.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry