Angel of the North

Note: my previous two poems had a loose relationship with meter. This is more rigorous and should be uniform throughout - almost like a chant. It's inspired by the sculpture of the same name in Gateshead: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angel_of_the_North. The full stops represent blank lines (which Reddit strips out) rather than periods.

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Twenty metres tall, but seeming

Somehow small beneath the dreaming

Vast expanse of heaven gleaming

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Darkly like the sea but bigger

Stands a lonely iron figure,

Baffled by the endless vigour

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Of the sky: the British weather

Mixing light and dark together,

Making England rain forever,

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Standing still as if in wonder

At the sky it labours under,

Never shrinking from the thunder,

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Never turning - just embracing

Light and shadow from the racing

Riverboats of cloud outpacing

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Slower sky. O lively Springs,

O quiet Fall - the sculpture brings

A sense of truth to all these things.

It holds creation in its wings.

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