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,
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.
to Berry Death.
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,..
oft hard to Understand, Accept, Integrate.
Light AND Dark (…Thus and so, in
…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
The White. In the Begins… it Begins:
As the Dawn took back, hid the Stars,
such Rays turned the long, moist Grass, aglisten.
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
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.
She had it All. Wanted
None. Of That. Then. Then
as afore. She knew only One Love.
The Boy… next Door.
Too Bad…No Ways.
Said… By just about Everyone. Else.
Their Family, Parents, Friends, Community, Society,..
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.
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;..
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.
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
So Themed. As and for, Back and To… That Tale. The
The Times of The White Berry,..
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.
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.
Thus that and those; Be Thems
Tales of Love. Of Woe, Unrequited.
Of Friendship. Of… Berry Closeness.
Tales Tall, True of
Love from Berry Afar… of SomeOnes So…
Close. To You.
Who… Never So Knew. Till… Herein. Till
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.