Amelia Chambon

A Kingdom From Ashes

By Amelia Chambon

Between the posh orchid sitting primly on

the windowsill and the well trimmed lemon

forsythia bordering the neighbor’s yard like 

citrine among granite,

 wildflowers sprout from mulch 

or the   neglected               patch of grass. After the garden 

plants are pampered, the clovers and the arrowheads

collect the remains, grateful for what little

they are given. A beggar’s feast,

living off the scraps, the grime,   and remnants of the long

gone, yet they dwell

where the coveted can’t, their kingdom

within split rocks and long forgotten 

   sheds, without a shred of hubris  

or scrutiny, and under 

the watchful stare

 of the frivolous,

they survive,

      they 

    thrive.

Author's Note:  In writing, we give an escape, we give form to our dreams. Writing  is simply recording the moments when the mind wanders and we decide it is worth jotting down.