Emerging from the darkened voiceless void beneath
Embracing weathered wings span the Gateshead skyline
Reflects our transition from industrial to information age
Celebrates the toil and labour of those beneath who mined.
Above ground we breathe the air and grasp the light
200 tonnes of weathering steel guards our future still
Hope rises from coal’s scarred and savaged wounds
As we pay homage to the Angel on the hill.
Deep-rooted in its megalithic mound
And anchored down by love and stone.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
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