Ophelia Knight

have found gold in poor man's pocket. claim it as theirs & make it rain acid. that is how they do / make magic & call it foreign. peasants are not members of the aristocracy / never forget that you are a body made for production. once upon a time they lay waste to vast lands. spreading soulless vessels in soil & grow money trees. they do not need our permission / have never cared for your strange singing. in the limelight the rep & deny their sets. bury moonlight in caskets / brew cold brawn in sterling silver & remind you that they will flourish on your ashes encased in diamonds.

Ophelia Knight is a new and aspiring poet with a deep passion for exploring the intersections of nature, human emotion, and societal issues through her evocative and thought-provoking poetry. Her two most recent works were featured in Orpheus Magazine (2023) and Sigma Tau Delta Annual Round Table (2019). As Ophelia continues to write and share her work, drawing inspiration from both the natural world and the cultural landscapes around her. As she embarks on her hopeful, literary career, she aims to inspire and connect with readers through her lyrical and introspective poetry.