Dom Conlon, poet & author

Author: Dom

  • What Are Peas?

    Any regular reader of my website will know that I love poetry. I love all forms of writing but poetry (and short stories) are my absolute favourites). I love trying out new rhythms or styles with poetry and so I wanted to share one of the terms I enjoy – the kenning. A kenning is…

  • At The End Of The Year – school poem

    At the end of the year: throw hats in the air. At the end of the year: have no worry or care. At the end of the year: just run out to play. At the end of the year: find an endless day. At the end of the year: your lessons are done. At the…

  • The Salmon

    The salmon in the river had a fondness to be tickled, but it really drew a line at being caught and gently pickled. —

  • Solstice

    today: more light than night more sun more fun more blue more new more time to shine let’s play today — This is a solstice poem for the Summer Solstice. That means the day is longer than the night for us in the Northern Hemisphere. If you were in the Southern Hemisphere, you’d have to…

  • The Fire Dragon

    Walter and Bernie were twin dragons.They were alike in every way except one: for whilst Bernie could breathe fire, Walter could not. “We’re dragons,” said Bernie. “And dragons breathe fire.” Walter thought his sister was the best thing since burnt toast and wanted to please her but, try as he might, Walter could not breathe…

  • What Am I?

    What am I? I am liquid gold smelting in a fiery shell. What am I? I am a tree jewel in a orchard cave. What am I? I am the ocean at sunrise rippling within a spider’s web. What am I? I am the blink of a flame in a quick-closed eye. What am I?…

  • Cloud Painters

    I think it’s the birds who paint clouds in the sky, but I wish they’d take care and not SPLAT in my eye. —

  • It’s Only The Wind

    A Badtime Story The twins stared at the moon which hung like a dinner plate picked clean by crows. ‘I don’t think I’ll sleep tonight,’ said Jacob. ‘Rats and bone,’ said Jacob. ‘Please,’ said Balthazar. ‘At least make an imprint in your bed, or I’ll be…’ He shuddered and scratched at his face. ‘…spoken to.’…

  • Bright Spark

    A light bulb moment Is a bright idea, When you stick up your hand With nothing to fear. My friends have light bulbs Every day. Up shoot their hands And they have their say. But when teacher asks Why I’m not waving I tell her my ideas Are energy saving. —  

  • Yuri’s Night—stargazing poetry live

    I was honoured to be asked to perform some stargazing poetry live in Dumfries to celebrate Yuri’s Night for the 56th anniversay of his historic spaceflight. It was my job to place everyone in the universe before our main speaker, an inspiring chap called Hayden Goodfellow, took us on an epic journey into our space-travelling…