Chapter 157: Ceirw - Savage Hart

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Nature is a great healer. With a heavy heart, I said goodbye to our holiday home down in Sussex. A gentle summer with family and friends, savouring moments in a hammock underneath the apple trees, wondering at the play of dappled light and serenaded by the rustle of leaves, I was loathe to return to the ferocious whirligig of London living. The car packed up, I had one last stroll down to the bottom of the garden. As I was walking back up, I heard a crash and saw a doe came careering over a hedge, stumbling towards me, having clipped her hind leg in the jump. She passed by within reach of me, had I only held out my hand. But I stood stock still, not wanting to scare her further. She stopped a safe distance ahead, nervous, alert, waiting. A few moments later, a young buck jumped through, clearing the hedge easily in a leap. He stopped in his tracks when he saw me. Our eyes locked. Protective and uncertain, it felt like we were communicating both our fears and reassurances to each other in an instant. Time stopped, my heart thudded. And then he raced passed me to the doe. With his arrival her confidence was restored, her limp disappeared. She trotted off, insouciant, while he turned his head back towards me, a nod farewell, and then gracefully bounded off after her. I got into the car with a great sense of awe and gratitude, and certainty that, in the words of Julian of Norwich, all shall be well, all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well. 

Small wonder then that I should have been so excited by the thought of Citrus Arts' Bridie and James Doyle-Roberts bringing Ceirw - Savage Hart (cierw is Welsh for deer) to Jacksons Lane, a ballet combined with aerial circus skills, that opened with an encounter between a young woman and a stag in a forest. The tale is set in 18th Century, and tells the story of a wicked baron who is forced to atone for past crimes against nature, including the murder of the stag in the opening scene, by the spirits of the deer's family. It is a Romantic reimagining of Dickens' Christmas Carol, where Scrooge is brought to account by Rousseuian noble savages.

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The lighting and shadows lent an ethereal hue to the set which comprised a table fit for a feast and a wall with mounts for the heads of the stag, doe and buck. The live music by Simon McCorry and James Minas-Blight was a haunting score that framed the grace of the dancers blending both classical and contemporary moves. It was spell-binding. The baron was gratifyingly lascivious, stocky, powerfully built and pugnacious, pawing and sniffing his trophy kill like the beast he was and exercising his droit de seigneur with any female that crossed his path. His wife was a touching mix of purity and chagrin, the ephemeral conscience of her husband, lover of the natural world, in mourning for the death of her stag, her dream, her desire. And if you saw the stag you would understand why. Tall, in tight-fitting ballet pants revealing a body sculpted of marble, conveying sheer animal magnetism. Regal. Dignified. The doe and the young buck, mischievous sprites brimming with energy, were both played by petite women, which complemented the aesthetic contrast in stature with the stag, and I loved the play with gender. The felt masks created by Gladys Paulus were stunning, works of art, collectors' items(!), and the act of putting them on and tying at the back with ribbons held a shamanistic significance. All three performers captured the animal gestures so eloquently and the aerial apparatus (rope, silks, trapeze and straps) gave scope for majesty or playfulness as their character required. I was riveted watching the vulnerable, precarious balances, the smooth transitions, the fluid, tumbling twists and touching duets intertwined in precise choreography. Many harts soared that evening.

There were moments when I wasn't sure I entirely grasped the flow of the narrative, but such is the oneiric nature of the piece that it did not detract from my enjoyment or emotional engagement, I was simply lost in the reverie. In a beautiful twist, nature finally transformed the set: ivy wound around the wall empty of trophies, a confetti of leaves swept across the stage. The baron's savage hart now tamed, he and his wife donned the masks of stag and doe in reconciliation with the world around them, and each other. The ultimate message was an uplifting one. Man is a cruel beast, but not beyond redemption. 

The Cast

The Baron: Zeph Gould

The Wife: Lauren Poulton

The Stage: Luke Bradshaw

The Doe: Hannah Darby

The Young Buck: Charlotte Dawson

The production is currently on tour, for further dates this year visit www.citrusarts.squarespace.com.