A Mother and Her Two Children[…] by Erin Wilson

Poet name: Erin Wilson Poem title: A Mother and Her Two Children, A Holy Trinity of: How do You Pronounce Your Vowels? Poem: "When the quality is exceedingly high, it exceeds the limit of the form."  Arvo Pärt, And Then Came the Evening and the Morning  Standing in the Dollar Store with my Canadian children after visiting their father in Ohio, elated in the candy aisle, practising our pronunciation: How do you say caramel? Carmul? CarAmel? Me too! Me too! And mum? Mom? Mom, mom, mom... No, MUm. I say mUm. I say mUm. Caramel. Mum. Caramel. Mum.  In the car we stuff our faces full of candies. All over the dark nights of Indiana the corn has become irrelevant, the corn and the desolation, or  the tepid mornings and the winds to come. In the car we travel raucously, laughing, picking candy from our teeth, missing deer.  End of poem.  Credits: Copyright © Erin Wilson Previously published in At Home With Disquiet (Circling Rivers, 2020) Erin Wilson’s poems have appeared in or are forthcoming in Salamander Magazine, Pembroke Magazine, Poetry Ireland Review, Under a Warm Green Linden, The Adirondack Review, Natural Bridge, The Literary Review of Canada, and elsewhere. Her first collection is At Home with Disquiet (Circling Rivers, 2020). She was recently long-listed for Canada’s CBC poetry prize. She lives and writes in a small town in northern Ontario, Canada.