The hole in the wall
A little boy looks into a dry stone wall and imagines who might inhabit it. Poem with illustrations. A6 softback (postcard size) 24 pages.
Words and illustrations by Ann Perrin
Produced by The Dry Stone Walling Education Project
The Puppeteers Daughter
The poems explore the complexity of life as the daughter of marionette makers and performers. There are poems concerned with life, love and loss, also the seaside, artists, allotments and the eccentricities of life.
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Don’t Throw Away the Daisies (illustrated)
- Here we go Christmas again and a bit lost for words …
- My poem ‘Seeing’ is about gradually losing my sight and of course a little general chit chat.
- The puppets that went to the Palace and moving to Eastbourne!
- On World Puppetry Day, thinking about the part of my life spent treading the boards.
- Strange times – celebrations – love – loss and poetry
- More life and times of ageing puppeteer, writer and poet.
- My poem translated into Italian – Bluebells – Garden – Memoir.
- March – another month is flying by…
- Emerging from the chaos of 2020 inevitably older but wiser?
- Telegoons – based on The Goon show – their role in my downfall!
- Creativity – lockdown – but everything is the garden is lovely!
- Talking to myself – pictures – poems
- Early summer in the garden. Pictures -puppet – poems
- Memories – VE day in Balmore Street London N.19 and poetry.
- Happy Easter
- The way the brain may cope with self isolation –
- A magical mother – pictures – poems – stories.
- Hands upon hands and so expressive.
- Signs of spring in Saltdean despite wild weather…
- A garden poem and love the marionettes!
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love is a hammock
rocked in a hospital ward
all night till morning
sun sea sheep shadows
the old black mill on the hill
love is a pathway
photo in a frame
his eyes mirror everything
love is memory
love is a retreat
dreaming in Kipling’s Garden
the hum of the bees
kove is kind service
talking taking tea with friends
cupcakes pink icing
Sometimes I write a fragment on a daily basis just to keep me going. The winter down here is never my favourite time of year and it gets more difficult to deal with as one gets older. Writing, painting, blogging and soon film making again, is for me a godsend.
The first fragment refers to the amazing post-operative care I had when in hospital many moons ago. I had gone on my first holiday with my now long term partner to Venice, the children happily in the company of their grandparents.
It was on our first day sightseeing when my back collapsed! So there I lay on a wall in St Marks Square groaning.
Later it transpired that three or was it four discs in my back had collapsed, (partly I suspect due to years of manipulating marionettes and putting up theatres). I was flown back to hospital that night!
It was many months before I could get back to work and then with a heavy corset, adaptations to my car etc. Years of mind over matter helped but the memory of waking up in that hammock never left me.
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