Thursday, June 23, 2016


The shape-shifter, Púca, in Irish mythology is a tricky guy. His moods vary hugely, from malevolent to mischevous, even, on occasion, to kindly. There is more than a suggestion that sightings and encounters with the Púca were alcohol induced. So, arriving home in the early hours with a variety of wounds on the body would, don't you know,  result from an unfortunate meeting with a puc goat on the  narrow road home.
There is however, in Púca's various guises, iconic images picked from the Irish landscape and  Irish lore. Though not of Irish origin, he, like so many immigrants over the centuries, became more Irish than the Irish themselves.
Here is Elaine Leigh's stunning 'Púca' which features in our collaborative work Above Ground Below Ground.


Gull I fly, spark from an anvil;
goat leaping, fraying rag.

Eagle swooping, slivered sunlight;
horse exhaling piston-jets of steam.

Hound darting, arrow-swift,
hare sentinel of the jewelled morning.

Lizard slithering tress down stone,
bull pounding bodhrán of the earth.

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