Proudly on my owners chest

By Sophie O'Meara, 2nd year.

Object No. 29 'Tara' brooch, eighth century
National Museum of Ireland - Archaeology

From the day I was taken out of the box,

I showed my courteousness.

Also my elegancy,

Proudly on my owners chest

 

Even when another jewel would stay,

Placed on, on a very important day.

I was always there,

Proudly on my owners chest

 

Then on that day,

All the native fled.

I was sure I would always stay,

Proudly on my owners chest

 

Being gushed through seaweed,

A rather strange place, I’d never been before.

Could no longer feel the warmth of being,

Proudly on my owners chest

 

Next thing I know,

I’m at the bottom.

The bottom of a rather soft bank,

Just kept saying, I’ll be back,

Proudly on my owners chest

 

Days past,

Weeks past,

Years past,

Not a day went by, I missed being

Proudly on my owners chest

 

I was drifting away,

No longer having my full set of rubies,

Bright pink, bright pink rubies they were.

That used to always shine,

Proudly on my owners chest

 

I stayed put,

Waiting and waiting

After time, I got tired.

I finally admitted,

I would no longer,

Have a place,

Proudly on my owners chest

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