What’s a pooka?

A puca, pooka, or phouka, is an Irish fairy, and also my hubby’s pet name for me.  According to Wikipedia:

According to legend, the púca is a deft shapeshifter, capable of assuming a variety of terrifying or pleasing forms, and may appear as a horse, rabbit, goat, goblin, or dog. No matter what shape the púca takes, its fur is almost always dark. It most commonly takes the form of a sleek black horse with a flowing mane and luminescent golden eyes.[9] (The Manx glashtyn also takes on human form, but he usually betrays his horse’s ears and is analogous to the each uisce[10])

If a human is enticed onto a púca’s back, it has been known to give them a wild ride; however, unlike a kelpie, which will take its rider and dive into the nearest stream or lake to drown and devour him/her, the púca will do its rider no real harm. However according to some folklorists the only man ever to ride the púca was Brian Boru, High King of Ireland, by using a special bridle incorporating three hairs of the púca’s tail.[5] The púca has the power of human speech, and has been known to give advice and lead people away from harm. Though the púca enjoys confusing and often terrifying humans, it is considered to be benevolent.


I believed for a long time that there was never going to be anyone out there for me.  I had tried, with other guys, and all we did was fight constantly.  I believe that I’m truly a puca, that I can be good or evil, depending on who is with me.  Some people just bring out the worst in me.  Also, though I may seem harsh, I really don’t mean any harm to anyone.  I just have no social skills.  The saying goes “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade”, well, I have a LOT of lemons, but I had no sugar to make sweet, tart lemonade.  Until I met T.  He is the kindest, most generous, hard-working man I’ve ever met, and he’s my sugar.  He sweetens me up.  He makes me a happy, nice person just by being around him.  I don’t know what kind of magic he wields, but when everyone else tried to go against me and push me in ways they thought I should be, he accepted me.


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