Dom Conlon, poet & author

Category: Poems/Stories

  • 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…

  • The Sun’s Late Night

    The sun is late back home today, I see it as I wake. It creeps around the curtain which I open with a shake. I watch it sneak across the grass, Tip-toeing on the dew. I wonder where it’s been all night— What has it seen that’s new? Has it played out with my cats,…

  • The Prom Witch

    A story from The Witch Cord The blue dress is gone and whilst I no longer want to find it, I still wear it in my dreams. I picked it up on the shore and it was not blue then. It was the colour of a still born calf beneath an amniotic tide. The colour…

  • Sun Maker

    This morning I made the sun. I wove it from hair left on my pillow. I blew toothbrush hot breath into its face. I spun it a smile from my orange juice and then I flung it into the sky like an open window. This morning I made the sun because the moon needed washing.…

  • The Pangolin

    I’m surprised that pangolin Are very far from being thin. By eating ants You’d think their pants Would drop right off their skin. — Illustration courtesy and copyright, Jools Wilson.

  • My Superhero Son

    Yesterday my son found his Superman costume and gave it a shake. Out of it dropped six pieces of Lego and an old sweet wrapper. He untangled the cape smoothed out the undies and tried the costume on. First he pushed one leg in, then the other, and as he did his calves began to…

  • PhD

    A doctor of English? How absurd! There’s nothing wrong With the written word. —

  • The State of Excitement

    When you boil water you’re getting it excited about potential, about the potential of becoming something else, something like A cup of tea (or coffee) or something better – a nest for pasta, perhaps, filled with excited bodies trying to fly or or Or the liquid stuffing for hot water bottles, transparent goose feathers to…