You Were Not Yet Ready
by Emry Trantham
What I need from you is the feather
you keep in the back of your throat,
the one you found
when you were a child
and swallowed as one swallows
a seed, praying for germination
and the downy bounty of wings—
even now, it brushes
your words to wisps of air, clips
your questions to eggshells in clover.
I have tasted its tip with a twirl
of my tongue, and twice
I’ve glimpsed its vane—
fanned amidst your song,
a sail against your scream.
Come here. Unhinge your jaws and show me
the cage where your stories sleep.
Withdraw the damp bedraggled birdpiece
lodged within your larynx.
Place it in my palm and exhale
with the full expanse of your lungs;
watch the feather flee from
and upon your own breath.
Emry Trantham (she/her) is a poet and high school English teacher. She lives with her family in Western North Carolina, where she captures the landscape through both words and photographs. Her poetry appears in numerous journals, including EcoTheo, Tar River Poetry, Cold Mountain Review, Booth, and Appalachian Review. She can be found on Instagram @emrytrantham and Twitter @emryest as well as through her website, emrytrantham.com.