Still Morning

T1928206328
Poetry and movement piece. A kingdom crumbles, a mother remarries, grandmother watches and a son weeps. But as the seasons melt and the moon keeps burning, night....becomes morning. And if you listen hard - you can still hear the music. With a trip of the tongue and a tip and a toe, this fusion of movement and poetry articulates the fine line between drama and dance.

Author

Helena Thompson

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Archive :: production:T1928206328, play:S0195276493, venue:V350

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Production details

Transferring to St Paul's Church after a sell-out run at Jackson's Lane.