Dom Conlon, poet & author

Category: Poems/Stories

  • The Elephant Hunt

    Upon the back of an elephant we’ll ride all through this town. And ’til we find what we have lost we won’t be climbing down. We’ll perch upon its wide grey back and scour the ground below, but we’ll be safe enough, you see, just swinging to and fro. The elephant will hunt with us,…

  • The Gate Witch

    A story from The Witch Cord “Elizabeth,” she said, looking at me with eyes that had clawed their way from the fires of Hell. “It’s your turn now.” Mad Joan, they called her. Tugged her hair when she was little and gossiped about her when she was old. We all knew her. Our mams told…

  • Food Limerick

    @dom_conlon @JulieCBax Don’t you dare write a limerick about my diet. Or I’ll start a riot. Erm. Does that rhyme? Nearly? Not really? — Jonny Duddle (@duddledum) May 12, 2016 #NationalLimerickDay is providing much amusement today. On Twitter, Jonny Duddle dared me NOT to write a limerick about his diet so… “There’s nothing much finer…

  • Care Limerick

    #NationalLimerickDay I noticed a tweet from Nicola Davies saying she was a bit out of sorts. Nicola inspires me in so many ways, and is responsible for the wonderful #3000chairs poem – so I wrote this limerick to tell her. When you find yourself pulling out hairs, And you think that nobody cares – Just…

  • Library Limerick

    There is never more need for a book Than when your life seems to suck. Then you’ll find all its pages Uplift you for ages, And a library’s the best place to look. — [sc name=”Coffee”] Thanks to Jools Wilson for kind permission to use her illustration.

  • How Magic Disappeared

    When witchcraft lost and science won, it was because the hexagon. — [sc name=”Coffee”]

  • How Much?

    I swapped my time for a story, It lasted an age and a day. Now, when authors come near me I say that I’d much rather pay. — [sc name=”Coffee”] Illustration courtesy and copyright Jools Wilson.

  • The Sea Witch

    A story from The Witch Cord James Grave clutched the thick rope and held his breath. They had lost the jolly boat early in the storm and now he felt the familiar tide of nausea swell deep in his stomach. As the ship rose and pitched in the shifting valleys of the sea, he ran…

  • little me big

    little me big bit by bit small me tall ’til i fit grow me slow day by day listen to what i say hold me hand lift me high bend your knee let me fly — [sc name=”Coffee”] Illustration courtesy and copyright Jools Wilson.

  • Daylight Saver

    I saved some daylight yesterday and popped it in a jar. Last night I saw it run away– I hope it won’t go far. I hope it hasn’t found a beach to rest beneath the sun. I think I’d be much happier If darkness were to run. If darkness were to run away and hide…