Dom Conlon, poet & author

Author: Dom

  • The Truth About Smiles

    When a smile s  t  r  e  t  c  h  e  s your mouth and push                                                  pushes your cheeks wide it becomes altogether TOO BIG for your face and part of…

  • World Lion Day poem

    Never mistake a lion for an iron – you’d be sorry if you did. I grabbed its tail, Let out a wail, Then flat out ran and hid. — You’ve just read a World Lion Day Poem. Illustration courtesy and copyright Ric Lumb. See more of Ric’s work on his website.

  • Family Notices

    A note of birthday parties are banners on a cupboard. A note of days out are open doors in a diary. A note of telephone numbers are blue sirens in pockets. A note of chores are red cards on the fridge. A note of receipts are baby birds in a purse. A note of shopping…

  • Multiplicomplication

    Do you wish you were an only child? Do siblings always drive you wild? Do you dream of being one not three? Do you think that “me” is better than “we”? Well spare a thought for mother pig, Twelve pink parcels make her big. Then what about poor darling bunny – Fourteen kids just isn’t…

  • The Starwort Witch

    A story from The Witch Cord She is asleep under the water. She. Just she. They hadn’t bothered to give her a name when she was born. Nor did they think of one as she lay on the tattered mat just one side of the door jamb. Names were uttered, certainly. Names thrown and dropped…

  • Relationshuffles

    Gruncle Auntma Mud and Dum Brister Sother Don Maughter Step-soster Undad Dather Bother and then you Sometimes families are all muxed ip and that’s just perfect too — Illustration courtesy and copyright of Jools Wilson.

  • The Clouds Are Made From Moon

    One night the Stars, slippery with rain, dropped the Moon into a puddle. For a while the Moon lay happy. It looked up at the Stars and saw how beautiful they were. In all its years the Moon had never once looked up at the Stars, and so this was something new; something exciting. The…

  • Family Sounds

    At first I hear… SCHLOP SCHLOP SCHLIP SCHLOP SCHLOP SCHLIP I can hear my sister eating chips and it’s getting on my nerves. I turn my music up to ten, That’s just what SHE deserves. WHIRRA WHIRRA WHIR WHIRRA WHIRRA WHIR I can hear my brother drying his hair and it’s getting on my nerves.…

  • The Purple Porpoise

    One particular purple porpoise Taunted a turquoise tortoise. “To be turquoise is a charming choice Which would never be picked by a porpoise.” —

  • Missing—a cake poem

    My cake has gone missing Have you seen it at all? It wasn’t so big, It wasn’t so small. It had a red cherry With chocolate inside. There was even a hole Where jam liked to hide. It was lighter than morning And softer than song. We hadn’t been friends For so very long. It…