The wicked stepmother of Snow White.‘Apology’ by Myrlin A. Hermes The Society July 18, 2022 Culture, Poetry 6 Comments . Apology I’m sorry if you feel like you were hurt. Not everyone in life is going to be As nice to you as you think you deserved. And he sometimes got physical with me, Too—I’m no victim. So he was “mean” To you—so what? One time he burned your dolls, Called you some names (always the drama queen) And lots of kids get spankings. Is that all? It’s not like you were burned with cigarettes, Or raped—plenty of stepfathers do that. He’s mellowed out a lot now, has regrets. And frankly, you were an obnoxious brat. You need to grow up and get over it, And stop trying to scapegoat him and me For everything that’s wrong with you and what A disappointment you turned out to be. Now let’s not fight. Come kiss and hug each other. No one will ever love you like your mother. . . Myrlin A. Hermes is the author of the novels Careful What You Wish For and The Lunatic, the Lover, and the Poet. Her poetry has appeared in Gold Man Review, Sheila-Na-Gig, and The Notre Dame Review. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. NOTE TO POETS: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 6 Responses Susan Jarvis Bryant July 18, 2022 Myrlin, this striking and splendidly wrought sonnet brings with it a powerful, slap-in-the-face message that took my breath away and left me reeling. The anything-but an “Apology” title and the heart and gut-wrenching closing line are a masterstroke. The first-person persona adds to the horror of the piece and takes me to a place I recognize only too well. An admirably written poem that I am sure will connect with many… sadly. Thank you. Reply James A. Tweedie July 18, 2022 Myrlin, I haven’t offered comments lately but here I must. I have just read your poem and I am trembling. You have used sickeningly syrupy-sweet bromides to mask a knife that is as sharp as any razor. A blade that you plunge and twist in the closing couplet. I am trembling because I wish this was fiction. But I have known too many women for whom this is biography. It takes skill and courage to lay truth out so starkly. Thank you for sharing it with us. Reply Carl Kinsky July 19, 2022 I found myself angrier at the mother than the father, then angrier at him than her. A haunting sonnet that explains how the circle remains unbroken. Reply Paul Freeman July 19, 2022 Thanks for the powerful read, Myrlin. Reply Yael July 19, 2022 That’s the most scathing non-apology that I have ever read in beautiful poetic form. Amazing! Reply Michael Pietrack July 21, 2022 No one would welcome pain, but it certainly is a source of inspiration for a writer. Thanks for sharing this intimate snapshot. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.