Lucy Allcott (b1965)
We all have our
creation myths
Gods and heroes to
populate the sky
or the earth and the
Underworld.
I had a friend at
college,
the child of a pair of
dope-smoking hippies
who thought sex with
men was fine
but attachment was too
personal for her.
She believed in the
Great Old Ones,
who seeded the earth
with life from a distant plane
for the purpose of
later consumption.
She was destined for
great things,
since she could see the
Lords of Creation
in a mirror held just
so.
She drew them, these
lords,
their subordinate
creatures who scuttled
between one plane and
the next
feeding on dreams and
the shallow breaths of sleepers.
She got a first in her
Art degree,
travelled the world
documenting monsters,
modelling them in wire
and clay.
Collections in London,
Paris... I still have
the tiny wool and wire
maquette she gave me at graduation;
a quadruped with one
eye on a long stalk.
Sometimes it blinks.
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