Hidden among the pounding of animal hides, All tamped into maps, their shapes Explicit replicate butterfly wings, lie the motives of Lír. The king who paid improper attention to his children. From that first fascination And it’s lascivious gaze, Came the gorged desire for substance, Among the skins, Nets, shadows and milk bottles Pried from the stomachs of metal fish, Steam, smoke and things that won’t stay, Speared, dangled, measured, divined. All dreamed through wallpaper, Or dowsed from something they drowned in long ago. Snowed in on either side, The swans, Lír’s beloved children, Begin their 800 year journey. From lake to sea A thousand more. – JM
Julie Murray
Director
The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader64%
The Witches69%
Dolittle65%
The Jungle Book68%
Big Fish77%
Where the Wild Things Are65%
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire78%
The Magic Faraway Tree62%
A Big Bold Beautiful Journey61%
Wolfwalkers81%
Cleopatra70%
The Swan Princess66%
Doctor Sleep71%
Fifty Shades Darker64%
Peter Pan71%
The King's Daughter69%
Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children68%
Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides65%
A Thousand Words61%
The Jungle Book60%
