In Our World. Now. Berries of The Mulberry Tree flush Deep Reds,

Purples, Vermilions as Maturing progresses. Covering over,

paler Pinks of Younger Fruit. Fruit that so stays still White per se,

Unripe; then so carries alongs within.

Another Legend or Tradition in Our World. Legends olden,

 

akin to that + those;.. Cupid + Psyche. The Tales of Legendary

Eros as well. Well as Tales that so linger,

of the oft unseen, yet discerned, felt;..

 

 

Sadness, Tenderness, Meaningfulness that Love,

Nature, so brings. For

Gods and Lovers.

Loved

to Berry Death.

The White

Berry was oft,.. quite oft. Too. Legendary. In Deed. Of Yore.

 

In The Real. Naturally.

Berry… often. In deed. Indeed

 

The Legend of the White and Dark Sacred Berry reflects a Natured

Truth. A Truth in Our World. Legends decree that Our

Love Works… in Mystery and Ways. Ways,..

Pure, yet;..

oft hard to Understand, Accept, Integrate.

Light AND Dark (…Thus and so, in

Symbols/Colors/Alchemy

…The White… The Red…).

 

Musingly. Bewildering. ly.

Messages and Thoughts sent so and perhaps

Misinterpreted, Misunderstood. Truths Within.

 

Love… is a Mystery. Of Ways. Therein.

With none the Master nor Mistress be;..

thereof. Of and by

 

Using Nature and Symbols thereof and therein. In

Our World. Legends from the Ancient Ancestors

combine those, this and that

Tales Tall and True. To Tell of

 

A Love so unripened… a Fruit still inedible. Metaphors.

The Fruit… Of Knowledge. Partaken Not. Yet,.. unlearnt,

 

that is. That is also

 

 

The enduring Epic of Thisbe and Pyramus. That Be.

Herein. As Belows. Themed

Of A Love…

So Not To Be. At Alls.

The White. Then… Red.

 

For: ‘Tis so and Goes.

With Some Music. Background, Foreground,

 

ALL arounds. In Our World. Legends

so say and Tell: Of Yore. This be

Of

The White. In the Begins… it Begins:

 

 

(Music Link)

 

 

As the Dawn took back, hid the Stars,

such Rays turned the long, moist Grass, aglisten.

Aglow.

As early Breezes cool, swept across pleasant Lands.

As Dawn crept back. To Babylon. Of Yore. Back Then. When

 

Dew from Nights Cool Frost,

so then turned,

to meet and greet-

Our returning Sun. The

 

Morning’s Haze that hid, like Smoke or Wraiths. In ‘tween and

rising fast in, around, above Houses, Towers, Trees. Trees

 

 

so laden with ripening Fruits and Berries they too, now

glistened so brightly in this early morning cool and damp.

A Rising Dawn. As

Babylon Awakes.

 

In Babylon, Queen Semiramis ruled this, Land Of Plenty.

Babylon whose name resounds with Age. Rhymes

with long-gone as well. A Land Plenty,

Raining down Bounty from Nature and Citizenry Hands,

 

that Worked Their Ways as well. Well as Houses, Trees.

There. Towers also. Also

 

The Girl Next Door had IT. All.

Thisbe, as hot as the Angels of Hell, whose walk and talk

moved so in mysterious Ways to endear. Instantly.

A Maiden of Mores. More than amor.

She had it all. ALL.

A Fantasy. So Real.

 

Boys, Men,.. some Women too.

Gathered arounds like flies on those remains.

Basking in, revelling in, Her Glory.

Ways.

 

She had it All. Wanted

None. Of That. Then. Then

 

 

as afore. She knew only One Love.

Pyramus.

The Boy… next Door.

Pyramus.

 

Too Bad…No Ways.

 

Said… By just about Everyone. Else.

 

Their Family, Parents, Friends, Community, Society,..

You,..

The Gods + co. Alls. Heavens and Hells. All

The WORLD. All

Our World… Disagreed. With That Love. Of Theirs. Yet…

 

and so… Legendary Love… Bloomed. Therein. Still.

Thisbe, Pyramus.

Of Yore.

Frick.

 

The Mystery Of Love. Therein. Dwelled. Also

 

 

This in Our World. Legends of this Tale carry on in many

Others. Since. .?. Firstly seemingly scribed in Fullness and round-

abouts-ness, that ’twas done;..

by Ovid

within His METAMORPHOSES…

 

(Book…IV:61…);.. Others nomened of notableness. Soon

Followed. That. Dose of Metamorphors…

 

Though somewhat inspired by Gods of Sumer and Antiquity,

with Alls that Romance meant. Ways Back. Then. Basically GeoPolitics,

so forth. Forthrightly or not, Ovid adds… Family:

Entertainment, Intrigue, Hope then Tragedy. A Twist

into that and these Tale. Anewed. Modded per se.

 

ReWrits, Rewrites.

With Add-Ons. To

 

 

 

further on and inspire in

Giovanni Boccaccio’s On Famous Women and His Decameron. In

the 1380s, Geoffrey Chaucer’s The Legend of Good Women whilst

John Gower too in His Confessio Amantis. Kept such flaming,

 

Eternal Themes. Alight.

Simmering in the back- and -ground, -light of Tales Tall

and True as well. Well as

 

Then that illustrious and o so troubled;..

…Tragedy of Hope, Shakespearan Epic-

of Juliet, Romeo. Alls same.

 

Themed. That is. That is

 

 

This and that. THE

Eternal Flame.

So Themed. As and for, Back and To… That Tale. The

Places and

The Times of The White Berry,..

Then.

 

Thisbe ran. Like the Wind. Away

from The Well

and nearbys Tree. Mulberry.

 

Behind Her. The Tiger followed.

 

Inadvertently Thisbe had interrupted a Kill.

The Tiger fresh and so. With Bloodlust. Now

Pursued that interruption.

 

Thisbe.

 

 

Having arranged a Tryst. To Meet Pyramus

at The Communal Well. Well in deed. This. Had

changed All. That. Now Thisbe ran

well aways. From The Well. That Tree.

The Tiger also. Followed. Close.

 

As The Tiger closed quick. Quicker

did Thisbe respond. To That. This,

thus and so

done. With a flung. A Fling. Of Her Cloak.

 

Timed well as. Well as so flung.

That Cloak. Thisbe did fling. Well.

 

Good Timings and Direction flinging

Cloak that so blinded, distracted.

Tripping Ups that and this Tiger. That

 

Followed. So Close. Till Then.

 

 

Thisbe ran on. Somewhat Lost.

Into the Night. Aways. Not close.

Yet and so. Safe. Then

 

The Tiger too. To and back though. To

the earlier Kill. Near The Well. Well did it go…

after ripping that Cloak. To Bits. Pieces also. Also

 

by then. Now, Pyramus. Approached The Well. Well

was He close. Now too. To Well, Tree and well ready. To

meet Thisbe. That Tryst. The Well. Loves…

Plans and Dreams so seems. So close. For Now. Yet;..

 

Senses alert, Sword drawn. Pyramus scanned Alls arounds.

Ups and Downs, rounds, abouts.

 

Now. Feeling not right, things in the Atmosphere so strange.

What had just gone down.?. Here.?.

Looking arounds, puzzlements, wonderments.  Soon

 

enough became dark. In deed. Indeed

 

 

Berries dark, light, colored and mores.

Have become a large part of many Diets, Foodstuffs.

Swords… not so much. Tigers. Same. Not. Yet

 

Berries, ripened, add Sweetness, Tartness, Fresh and Wild Flavors.

Simple to Use. Simply Clean.

Yums in deed.

So cool, to add Chilled/Cooled to and for SMOOTHIES + co.

Fruit Dishes, Platters, Desserts.

 

Piles on Ice-Creamery, Custards, Yoghurts, Bowls.

Sprinkle with Honeys, Stevia, Bitters, Flower Cordials,

Juices, Lemonades or…

Smashed Nuts, Spiced Sugar Mixes,

Carob Choc Chips chipped Ups… + so ons. On Cereal.

 

Woteva You Got… or so Fancy. Mores. More

than simple Vitamins, Minerals all wrapped within.

Hot or Cold Dishes.

Full of IT. Goodness.

Alls Year Rounds… if Avail.

 

Berry Goods in deed.

Simply Enjoy. Also

 

 

Feel More Than Free. To and So Share.

This be

that.

 

Thus that and those; Be Thems

Tales of Love. Of Woe, Unrequited.

Of Friendship. Of… Berry Closeness.

Of Dreams.

Of Care.

 

Tales Tall, True of

Love from Berry Afar… of SomeOnes So…

Close. To You.

 

Who… Never So Knew. Till… Herein. Till

 

Now.

 

 

Next…

Pt. 2. In and To. The Red. Much, Berry Mores

From Thisbe, Pyramus.

In and From Our World. Legends ripe from

Gods and Lovers. Loved to Berry Death. The Red.

 

Please Feel Free and If So Inclined To Contact/Comment:..

i, Shiro that is.

With Any Thoughts, Hints, Tips and Dreams.

If A Particular Legendary Theme or Our World Legends. Is A Desire.

 

To Be So Writ. Herein.

 

Till next…