
THE WIDOWS
THE WIDOWS
“Til death do us part.”.... Then what? Set in the Victorian era, a time when mourning came with strict stipulations, The Widows tells the story of five women as they come to terms with not only the loss of their husbands, but the loss of their central role: wife. The Widows explores the loud, unbearable ugliness of grief, and the ways in which society has attempted to tame it into something quiet, demure, and prettily dressed in black.
The Body as Poetry:
The stories of our lives are written in our bodies. Our fears, our joys, our aches, every buried emotion, every kept secret, lives underneath our skin. In creating The Widows, it was important to me to tell the stories of these women not just through conversation, but through movement. Physical theatre pieces, set to original poetry and to be devised by the ensemble during rehearsals, are woven throughout the play.
Excerpts from The Widows
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It comes
In waves
This beast in the belly
Dredged up by a siren song
Call it longing
This hunger pang
Call it grief
Churns up muck
Churns up hurt you forgot you buried
Clings to your back like wet clothes
Wraps its ghost arms round your neck and
Whispers in your ear
Scraps of joy
Bits of memory
All that you had
All that you lost
All that is left
You
Hungry and
Not quite whole
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Consider
For a moment
The ocean as a woman
The curve of her spine
The churn of her tides
Consider, if you will
The grit of her sand
Ground up bits of pain
Sharp stones she has swallowed
Shards of glass she could not spit out and so she turned the sharp thing soft
Consider the pain she carries
And you
Consider your pain
Bring your pain to her
Let her lap at your feet
Her waves
like dogs
sniffing out another
Can I trust you?
Consider
That the ocean will always put her trust in you
Envelop your body with her’s
Carry you in her womb
Rock you with a lullaby that is all her own
She will let you cry
Your tears are salt, after all
Pour your salt into hers
One open wound healing another
The ocean is a woman
Make no mistake
She will spit you out
Sodden and gasping
But she will always let you in again
And you will always
Return