Jane Angué

Fabric

We weave we weave loom weights draw warp taut
the shuttle travels through ravelled days and night
We weave we weave the weight of fate fast looms
The shuttle drives thread and tersely patterns time
We weave we weave feeding twilled faces behind
our wrong side hiding crude contrast not for show
We weave we weave tie in new strands entwining
colours to fix loose ends and on we send the shoot
We weave we weave our solitary fibre far too fine
we ply cabled company a dozen weak make strong
We weave we weave our texture repeating change
generating generations stretched within this frame

Jane Angué was set on becoming an archaeologist, when digging in France led to
an unexpected find and change of course. After a B.A. Hons. in French at King’s College, London, she left England to do postgraduate research and passed the agrégation to teach English Language and Literature. She writes in French and English and was long-listed for the Erbacce Prize 2018 and 2019; work has recently appeared in Le Capital des Mots, Amethyst and Ink, Sweat and Tears. A pamphlet, des fleurs pour Bach was published in July (Editions Encres Vives).