Dr Niamh On The Plum Tree

Childhood Imagination Sows Seeds of Future Brilliance

For the Innocents



A year ago today, a man in Connecticut opened fire on innocents and educators. This poem is for them.


what evil wrought the twisted brier

causing him to open fire ~

slaughter hearts of innocents,

sweetest gifts of angels sent

among us, to remind us of

what’s essential, what is love

twisted mind whose wielded ‘right’

expressed his hate with gun of might

and snuffed them out, the madness toll

killed them twice ~ crushed the soul

put out the moon, pull down the stars

wrap the babe’s unsightly scars

make a shroud of blackened sky

so cold the slab on which they lie

cancel Christmas for all time

leave tears, for this, the greatest crime,

to wash their wounds of powder blast,

then dress them well, for this, their last

sleigh ride, to Santa’s sombred cave

then send them to their silent grave.

(c) Niamh Clune 2012…

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About Dr Niamh

When I was a little girl (a very, very long time ago), I used to love learning new, really big words like ‘discombobulate’. As I grew, my love of words grew too, until I loved them so much, I could not stop writing them down. One day, as I was scribbling a particular word, a very peculiar thing happened. The word shouted at me, “Stop! Don’t put me there!” As you can imagine, I was shocked and nearly fell off my chair. When I recovered somewhat, I said to the word, “Could you stop shouting, please? I am not used to it.” Can you guess what happened next? No! I thought not. The word said, “I might be small, but I will misbehave if you do not use me properly. I will not tell the story you would like me to tell. I will say something entirely different!” I dropped my pen. I hoped that by dropping my pen, the word would stop talking. Alas! It did not. It carried on chitterchobbling, even after the ink had dried. I was in a pickle. I could not allow my words to run away with my story, now could I? I don’t know about you, but when this sort of thing happens, there is only one thing left to do if you prefer not to spend your time arguing. “Very well,” said I. “I will do as you ask if you will just be quiet and allow me to concentrate.” Since that day, I have been paying special attention to every word I invite into my stories. After all, a story should say exactly what it means to say and not be led astray. With love from Dr. Niamh, Ph.D in Learning Through The Imagination and Founder of Dr Niamh Children's Books. www.drniamhchildrensbooks.com

2 comments on “For the Innocents

  1. thiskidreviewsbooks
    December 15, 2013

    Beautiful. But very sad. 😦


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