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)
- 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!
- 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
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Category Archives: Ann’s poems
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
A couple of weeks ago a friend rang to tell me they had seen my name on a playbill on a programme about Morecambe and Wise on ITV 3. My stage name was Ann Field and I do remember Hulme … 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
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
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
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
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
Not actually sure now when a tortoise wakes up! This poem was about my neighbour’s tortoise a few years ago, The Tortoise when the tortoise crawls out of hibernation from the box of straw, do the rings of his … Continue reading
A white veil falls over the face of the world slowly freezing time. An award winning blog for a ‘blog that brightens our day’ Poetry collections ‘The Puppeteer’s Daughter’ and ‘Don’t Throw Away the Daisies’
Memories of teaching gypsies on a permanent site in South London in the 70s have never left me. I did it for four years and it was one of the best jobs I ever had. They were so resourceful … Continue reading