A gas light flickers through a fog of ages.
In modern day Australia, a marriage is pulled apart by mistrust, paranoia and violence. A woman breaks apart in the turmoil.
In medieval England, a woman has mystic visions. The patriarchs write them off as female madness, but she knows her truth. These visions allow her to be heard - maybe even to connect across centuries.
In My Dearworthy Darling, threads that run through history are woven into a tapestry. As the strands draw ever tighter, the old languages threaten to tear asunder. What new worlds might open?
The lyrical imagery of award-winning poet and novelist Alison Croggon, in a play written especially for feminist theatre mavericks The Rabble, is manifested in a visual feast.
There is no madness here. Only truths that a corrupted world does not want to hear.