This week we have a poetic contribution from a brand new source – Sally Allmark. Sally’s poem, Little Death, though short and sweet, makes an impact upon the reader due to the very nature of its length and subtle, quiet use of language. Within the eight lines of the poem, Sally manages to capture the beauty and peacefulness of sleeping and dreaming. 


Little Death 

In the night you’d strum songs to

Send me to sweet sleep

And I’d fall from my

Pillow, and I’d awake with you

In meadows of lost sounds

Lulling me down,

Down to a deeper slumber,

One that rests below this earth.



Sally Allmark