Deferential Murmurs for Heroes

Deferential Murmurs for Heroes

November’s fallen leaves are thick about.
Big as hands. Bigger than the goodly book,
and to touch them causes me to feel too small,
like soar-high notes on a piccolo that feels silent
when a rook calls by. And the air, too, feels thick
in silent loftiness, filled of fog that settles
in deferential murmurs. I shiver damp. A chill
from wet takes me none too tenderly, and I
make for home, my fingers idle but reverently
touching the curve and carve of my brass key
that’s so large it surely longs to be with heroes.




NovPAD Day: 4, Superhero. A remix Found poem inspired
by The Mystery of Edwin Drood by Charles Dickens,
excluding “heroes”, and written to prompt.


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