WOMEN THEY COULD NOT TAME (Myths and Legends) Part Two

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Women They Could Not Tame


They called them wicked women
Because they could not be controlled.
It was men who held the power,
Not the women who were bold.

Women who spoke to nature,
Who healed with root and flame.
Whose whispers stirred the heavens
When they softly spoke a name.

They feared the wise and knowing,
The ones who sensed too much.
Who understood the language
In every soul they’d touch.

So they branded them as evil,
Turned the gifted into cursed.
Then burned them at the stake
So their secrets would die first.

But magic leaves an imprint,
It lingers in the blood.
In daughters born with knowing eyes
And hearts that flood with love.

And though they tried to bury them
In ash, and fear, and blame.
Those witches were not wicked…
Just women they could not tame.

Original Poetry Written By
Eryn Dunbar
Copyright ©️ 5.15.2026

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Brandon said…
You are on a beautiful streak today.keep it up.
July 20, 2026 at 12:25 PM
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