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 ProjectThe 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.
Buy now - £6.60Don’t Throw Away the Daisies (illustrated)
Ann’s poetry covers the big topics of love and death with originality. Take for instance the title poem which is full of surprises yet also wonderfully poignant.
Category Archives: Ann’s poems
My poem ‘Seeing’ is about problems with my sight and of course a little general chit chat.
Seeing – poem about macular degeneration on the pond orange and white waterlilies balance like ballerinas on green leaves – … Continue reading
The puppets that went to the Palace and moving to Eastbourne!
Buckingham Palace In the early 50s my parents were invited to entertain the Queen, Prince Charles, Princess Anne and their friends. We had clowns, a puppet circus, a white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland, a garden ballet, singers, dancers … Continue reading
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Tagged Buckingham Palace, Cliff Richards, Coloma West wickham, Eastbourne Hippdome, Grandpas war, Rottingdean, The Imperial War museum backs down, Variety Theatre
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Creativity – lockdown – but everything is the garden is lovely!
We created a courtyard at the front of the house, with chairs, a table, a trough full of flowers and a bird feeder. It was partly in an attempt to ensure we could have two or three friends round and … Continue reading
Remembrance Sunday – Grandpa’s War – a poem.
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
Posted in Ann's photography, Ann's poems, Brighton - out and about, Cheer yourself up on a dull day, London out and about, Marionette, Nothing waits a category long, Photography, poetry
Tagged 'Oh What a Lovely War', Being brought up by grandparents, Dartmouth Park Hill, Grandpa's War, Photography, poem, Remembrance Sunday, The Imperial War Museum, The Somme, War poem about Grandpa
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The snail trail – autumn and my one and only poem about cancer…
Snellie is a tribute to Mrs Ellen Nye Chart, known as Nellie who took over as owner and manager of the Theatre Royal in Brighton in 1875. Among other things she invited 1000 inmates of the workhouse to a … Continue reading
You haven’t written anything yet!
says the box that has just flipped up on wordpress. OK! OK! merely distracted by downloading pics and drifting into thoughts about the meaning of life. Well it’s my birthday this week and by the way there is a poem … Continue reading
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Tagged Art, Fabrica in Brighton, Gardening, Jo Lathwood's installation, Loving Vincent - the film, Photography, Poem about Van Gogh, Starry starry night., Teacher training in the 60s, The Old Market, Watford is wonderful, You haven't written anything yet!
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Mood unpredictable as is the weather
First a heatwave then some cooling down and a poem of course. Got so tetchy had to stop checking into facebook, if only to avoid the sin of envy. So many younger people some of whom I barely know … Continue reading
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Tagged beach huts, Beachcombing, Brighton, Casa Brasil, Getting old and tetchy, Hove, Photography, poem about beachcombing, poetry, Saltdean
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Muddling through May
Wonderful bluebells at Nymans. Later in the week I watched a deer wandering into my eldest son’s garden. Apparently deer love to feast on roses! I went along to see the children’s parade the start of the Brighton Festival. This year the … Continue reading
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Tagged Art, Come Rhyme with me, Gardening, In the balance - a poem, May they say is full of promise - poem, Our allotment, Photography, reflections, Roy Hutchins
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