‘The Monkeys and the Dragonflies’ by Terry L. Norton

adapted from a Filipino folktale

__Once, when the sun was at its height,
A dragonfly thought she’d alight
Upon a branch. The air was hot,
And she fatigued. So, on that spot,
Under the shade of foliage blessed,
The dragonfly judged she would rest.

__As with her wings she fanned her face,
Hoping to cool herself apace,
One of the monkeys soon approached her
And with these hostile words reproached her:
“Oh, wretched thing, why are you here?
We monkeys rule this leafy sphere.”

__“Oh, sir,” the dragonfly replied,
“Please, let me here a while abide.
The sun is hot. The air is dry.
And I’m too tired to further fly.
For I have flown for hours on end
And must my buzzing flight suspend.”

__The monkey said in mocking mood,
“Weak things like you may not intrude
Into our bowery domain.
Now off with you. My words are plain.”
And without any more ado,
A twig he at the insect threw.

__The dragonfly, though, was too fast
And dodged the monkey’s twiggy blast.
She zipped away in a great pother
To seek her king who was her brother,
And when she told him what occurred,
His wrath beyond all words was stirred.
He then and there swore he would make
A war for his dear sister’s sake.
But first, he sent three dragonflies-at-arms
To fill his foes with mad alarms.

__The dispatch read, “Oh, Primate King,
War to your branches I will bring.
On this dire matter, to be blunt,
My sister got a vile affront.
A simian, subject to your rule,
Drove her away with insults cruel
And broke the laws of hospitality.
Therefore, with might I’ll storm your tree
And slay your monkeys with all speed.
You have been warned, so now take heed.”

__The monkey monarch laughed with glee,
Took up the gauntlet, saying he
Welcomed the battle yet to be,
And counter-challenged thus: “Your horde
Release, oh, little droning lord.
Send forth your minions monkeyward.
When our two armies come to blows,
You shall see how the battle goes.”

__“Cruel king,” the messengers then said,
“No monkey ever spun fate’s thread.
You should not judge before the fight
The side which destiny may smite.”

__“You fools, you fools!” exclaimed the king,
“You have my answer. Now take wing.”
And he the insects shooed away.

__The messengers without delay,
When to their homeland they returned,
Told to their ruler what they’d learned.
He instantly, his wings athrum,
Let loose his troops toward monkeydom,
And through the air they whirred and tore
Yet lacked strong implements of war.

__The monkeys, though, came to the struggle
Armed with stout sticks their foes to knuckle.
The primate prince, at the attack,
Cried out, “Now use your clubs and smack
These flying things with mortal thwack.”

__King Dragon, hearing this command,
Then signaled that his soldiers land
Atop each adversary’s crown.
Thus, as the simian strikes rained down,
The dragonflies were far too quick
And swerved from every flailing stick.
And so Prince Monkey and his force
Were dealt death blows—and killed, of course.

Moral

To die is sure, but war’s a bet,
For wit the best of strength may get.

Prose Sources:

• Fansler, Dean S. Filipino Popular Tales. Lancaster PA: American Folk-Lore Society, 1921: 379-
  381. (Suggests variants of the same story.)
• Livo, Norma J., and Dia Cha. Folk Stories of the Hmong Peoples of Laos, Thailand, and
  Vietnam. Englewood, CO: Libraries Unlimited, 1991: 67-68.
• “The Monkeys and the Grasshoppers” uses grasshoppers instead of dragonflies in the war with the monkeys.

Terry L. Norton is professor emeritus of literacy acquisition at Winthrop University in Rock Hill, South Carolina. He is the author of Cherokee Myths and Legends: Thirty Tales Retold as well as academic books and articles on literacy and literature for children and young adults. His poetry has appeared in Ekphrastic Review, Kakalak Review, and The Society for Classical Poetry. His renditions of the first century Latin poet Phaedrus received second place in the 2020 translation competition sponsored by The Society.