A Ring of Circle Comes She Back

Inspired by What Eric Knew by James Howe

A day appeared like any with mail of mystery falling clear

Appearance deceptive it reflected a nuance of bizarre of initials of three

What is the question of acts of dissimilar for he was adventurous until a time of quiet and unsteady

Letter of arrival with initials of S.I.S. written solo ignited curiosity for spelled out it was Susan Iris Siddons of only one known but died in 1902

On tombstone written in script of easy pain she reaped and in death she sowed pain of great until a garden of poison ivy appeared far wide with roots of origin below

Happy was she not but legend was she for her ghost lingered round and tradition rings a bell at nine to celebrate in its own toll

As she others left their last rant at large for it states as I am thou will be for a callous stranger are thee for passeth not will you be as pause and reflect I am not to be die for I so do you in memory of none will thee be for like to like and yoke to yoke

Spirits of spirits she roamed restless as a soul of cry to right a wrong she claimed her redemption on many hands in the play as still as the night even the crickets sighed in quiet resignation for she comes night after night face accusing one by one truth of righteous ringing loud louder loudly as they fell

Susan’s eyes of accusing in ghostly face looked at Jenny for her ring was given to her by her husband and crave it back she did wearing glove of one

Morose sad she roamed with resentment for the ring was hers but Jenny hid it and none could find it for its secret glowed elusive

Apparitions was Susan as she looked in the mirror of speculation and theory stroking her cheek in question as she stood in the bathing light of dark navy in the cemetery

Eric knew a secret of mysterious labeled S.I.S. and in the tower was the start for in a crack was a dollar bill curled affirming the second clue

A third missive of mystery arrived from Eric with directions of tread tread the stairs that squeak and look beneath the third for a peek

Beneath the stair was the ring of mystery a band of gold engraved with the initials of S.I.S. for which Susan roamed crying searching for

A missive of four of the mystery arrived and touted its own prevailing stroke of ingenious for mystery for Susan came for her missing ring

By

Felicia McCaw