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)
- 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!
- Lace making – poem and pictures
- Pure escapism painting, photography, singing and puppets.
- Sorting essays, stories and photos of our marionettes at last.
- Keeping my spirits up in February – nature – haiku – wonderful museum visit.
- Welcoming the New Year
- Christmas creeping up on us!
- The moon – haiku – the season of goodwill – pictures – my Christmas poems.
- London lights – writers – poets – celebrations – launches – events
- The undercliff walk and a poem about the seaside as a child
- I discover a journal about my visit to India in the 80s!
- Why on earth did I try to become a poet?
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Category Archives: Ann’s photography
I guess we must have been a patriotic lot in London in 1945. I was only 4 and a half but I think I had picked up on my mother’s terror, the bombs, the constant need of escape and the … Continue reading
Started to look at our marionettes hands, always so expressive. In the late 50s with two big productions, one in Blackpool another in Scarborough at the same time, my father abandoned … Continue reading
I can sketch passably, I’ve been a marionette maker and performer, I have worked as a therapist and can hypnotize people! It was only when regression became the in thing and too many private clients wanted to see if they … Continue reading
Well its November and Remembrance Sunday so I’ve included ‘Minding Grandpa’ I’ve also just realised I’ve been writing this blog for ten years but the poem is only three years old, so not too many repeats as yet! Grandpa had … Continue reading
I enjoyed painting an image for another of my poems – could become a habit! An award-winning blog for a ‘blog that brightens our day’ 1. Emmetts Robin savours the smell of the toffee tree (Katsura tree) Love the Persian … Continue reading
A new course at The Poetry school with Tim Dooley and Tamar Yoseloff is an absolute winner! Called The Urban Pastoral it is essentially a reading course but with options to write too if desired. Tim and Tamar take … Continue reading
The new moon came followed by Easter, visits to members of my family. Deer eat the roses at my eldest son’s cottage and rooks nest near my youngest son’s house. This is the magical bluebell woods near my … Continue reading
The unveiling and celebration is on 28th of February in Marlborough, where Bob Pelham created Wonky Toys and later Pelham Puppets. The plaque is a big achievement for David Leech who instigated the idea and the council for their generous support … Continue reading
It seemed to me my grandparents had not really recovered from the effects of the Great War before the Second World War arrived. Grandpa had been discharged due to shell shock and the effects … Continue reading