Sophie Eastwood is a first year student at Trinity who loves to read, write, and experience new things. 

These four poems are part of TN2’s ongoing poetry series, “Line Break” that platforms exciting new poets from Trinity. If you would like your poetry to be considered for publication, simply submit it to literature@tn2magazine.ie with your name and a one-sentence bio.

 

My lover is an actor 

i can tell sometimes by the way he holds my attention 

weaving his words through my mind, encapsulating my desire 

i’ll catch his glance across the room, sharing secrets through stares, solidarity through smiles 

to cherish his gaze, to think his eyes land on mine so often 

i watch him sew together rhythms with the tapping of his shoe, drumming his fingers as his arm forgets the movement 

he is my best kept secret 

i learn more through each brush of his guitar stained fingertips 

 

Winter 

Brown leaves drip from the trees 

They splatter on the ground and pile until they are an ocean 

The icy air moves waves towards me 

As the cold nips and consumes my skin 

The season covers me entirely 

I am drowning 

 

h 

i never knew how to write about hope before you 

now the words come to my lips as if i’ve been saying them my entire life i tell him he’s the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen 

as if beauty can even begin to prescribe what i see 

let the honey spill from my lips, if he notices i’ll tell him i’m not usually this sweet but he brings my kindest words in dedication 

i whisper his name in a room full of people, wanting him all to myself he makes me selfish 

he makes me kind 

 

Bleeding 

Droplets shed and disappear down the drain 

Bits of red bleed into the stream, shedding their boldness for the innocence of conformity 

Reminded of the fragility of humanity 

The privilege of a body