The Tara Brooch

By Saoirse Brennan, 5th Year

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

As I strolled along the seaside in 

Bettystown, co Meath on May 10th 1850, 

I took in all of what the ocean had to offer. 

From the shells, to the grey spells, 

from the seagulls, to the angry waves hitting off the rocks. 

I sat down beside a rock and listened to the 

Sound of the birds churping and dashing to their food. 

It made me giggle and laugh. 

As I looked to my side, I saw something hide. 

I dug and prodded, I was astonished, 

When up I dug was a huge silver something. 

Unsure what it was, I started to wonder.  

Maybe it was a historical dagger. 

I poked and I observed. I twisted and examined. 

It was so delicate. I was so very shocked. 

It was so beautiful and small. 

Not as big as my palm, 

was this little ornament 

covered in sand and gold.

From the detail on the front, 

to the jewels on the back, 

Was something out of this world. 

Its beauty and the shine, 

Off the tiny glass balls, 

Attached to each side of the mould. 

As I examined closer, it caught my eye, 

This was the Tara Brooch. 

It had been missing for some time now. 

A legend said it was washed out. 

But wrong, it was in my hands. 

It was me, who had found the beautiful ornament, 

The real Tara Brooch.

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