My Irish Treasure

Your silver plate reminds me of stars in the sky
Your jet-black rope that the stars lay in at night
Your history is magnificent
Your Celtic design leaves me with questions
October:
I know it doesn’t look like it but you would taste like pumpkin spice to me
I found you behind the glass
In an Irish jewellery shop in Dublin
And now with you around my neck I’m as proud as a punch
You remind me of butterflies
So quite but amazing
The silver splotches like the circles on butterflies’ wings
With such detail and wonderful colours
“Wait,” I heard you speak
“I am unique no one in the country is like me”
“Protect me and I will protect you”
I looked down
I saw my Irish treasure
On my neck with all its beauty
For you are my pride possession
My Irish treasure