Karl Dmitri Bishop:
December brings light / yet the season turns darker / beneath a far star
Karl Dmitri Bishop:
I am a being of Heaven and Earth, of thunder and lightning, of rain and wind, of the galaxies.
Karl Dmitri Bishop:
I want to be haunted. I want autumn, flowers bathed in blood, the sort of intensity that weighs me down against my own will.
Karl Dmitri Bishop:
I bury myself in the woods, but find it necessary to emerge again.
Karl Dmitri Bishop:
Women like them exist to remind us all that sorceresses, sirens and witchcraft are real.
Karl Dmitri Bishop:
Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.
Karl Dmitri Bishop:
Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.
Karl Dmitri Bishop:
Bone by bone, hair by hair, Wild Woman comes back. Through night dreams, through events half understood and half remembered...
Karl Dmitri Bishop:
I want to raise up the magic world all round me and live strongly and quietly there. .
Karl Dmitri Bishop:
‘forests have secrets,’ he said gently. ‘it’s practically what they’re for. To hide things. To separate one world from another.’
Karl Dmitri Bishop:
I will not be another flower picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find, and impossible to forget.
Karl Dmitri Bishop:
It is spring, and the night wind is moist with the smell of the early flowers; the moon pours out its beauty,
Karl Dmitri Bishop:
I lost myself in the forest that grows inside you
Karl Dmitri Bishop:
I lost myself in the forest that grows inside you
Karl Dmitri Bishop:
I lost myself in the forest that grows inside you
Karl Dmitri Bishop:
Within every woman there is a wild and natural creature, a powerful force, filled with good instincts, passionate creativity, and ageless knowing.
Karl Dmitri Bishop:
Within every woman there is a wild and natural creature, a powerful force, filled with good instincts, passionate creativity, and ageless knowing.
Karl Dmitri Bishop:
Overflowing with heavy ochre skies and drowning forests, / Flowers of flesh scattered through the starry woods.
Karl Dmitri Bishop:
Her heart was a dark forest, her soul all the wild things which dwelt between the trees.
Karl Dmitri Bishop:
“Take me to the woods. When I see the majesty of the trees and feel the spirit of the whole forest...” She had always been drawn to the untamed, wild things of the world.
Karl Dmitri Bishop:
Let nature pour down upon my burning head Her sun, her rain, the wind ruffling my hair, And let the rest come, (…)
Karl Dmitri Bishop:
I want to drink moonlight and bathe in flower petals. To wear the earth, sleep in streams, and taste the stars.
Karl Dmitri Bishop:
A woman with a moon falling from her mouth, roses between her legs and tiaras of spanish moss, this woman is a consort of the spirits.
Karl Dmitri Bishop:
This is the sadness of the sea - Waves like words, all broken - A sameness of lifting and falling mood.
Karl Dmitri Bishop:
Winter light shining like grief in your hair, black as the wing of a crow, and like joy. The old year dying around us then; the weather all bright wind, wild and clear
Karl Dmitri Bishop:
Where the old gods meet the earth
Karl Dmitri Bishop:
The stones here speak to me, and I know their mute language. Also, they seem deeply to feel what I think. But I am a ruin myself, wandering among ruins.
