THE HOG'S BACK, A REVELATION
When the earth's crust folded
under pressure to herald a cretaceous dawn
like a stretching monster, to some slow
theatrical gesture of defiance,
the Hog's Back in Surrey was born.
(as yet unnamed.)
Over millennia, stern weather wore her down
to a mere shadow; nevertheless
a commanding view to those who were to come.
forests of tall trees came and went
taking their hostages with them,
under the churn and the slow creep of time.
Foraging folk finally settled, bred,
found flints; in the caves where ideas flickered
during the long nights of dreams
the old Gods clung on.
In 1998, my mother admired the view.
"I love the wide open skies here," she said,
being by birth and by nature a Londoner
and not concerned with geology.