they framed her. The people called her magic.
for fingers, and wore washtubs round her waist.
as bark. The people named her no-one's prize.
into an avenue of spines. She had no lover.
and turned into her sheets replete, resigned.
Of her the people thought to whisper shy.
foundlings, never heard them move their feet.
fateful or not. By strangers they'd be kissed.
because, of course, these daughters don't exist. Can you summarize the text material about the unnamed woman accused of magic?
This prompt doesn't seem malicious.