Down to the Front picture story film

My new picture story isn’t a book this time. I’ve filmed the pictures instead.

It glimpses the life of an imagined mother and daughter as they flee from a disaster and seek somewhere new to live.

Down To The Front

For the first years of my life,

the war was as strange,

as creatures moving at the bottom of the sea,

and planets revolving in space.

Now I am no traveller,

I didn’t want anything to change,

I would do anything,

to see my home whole again.

Once the smiling eyes of loved ones,

saw my child’s beauty,

her every change,

there was always a listening ear,

for the charming things she would say.

Now she plays in this imbetween place,

by a monument on a little patch of grass,

and eyes are filled with the suspicion,

of strangers as they pass.

Something takes me down to the front,

with the dreamers and truants and drunks,

it’s hard, lonely and cold,

but it’s the safest place I know.

With the darkening sky,

the drunk’s snarling spite,

flat and unreal,

in the cold lamplight,

but when I close my eyes,

and I feel your cheek,

next to mine,

we’re drifting into sleep,

with friendly voices,

all around us…

Something takes me down to the front,

with the dreamers and truants and drunks,

it’s hard, lonely and cold,

but it’s the safest place I know.


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