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)
- New Year Resolutions…Oh No!
- Finding the printing press – puppets – poetry – presents
- All Sorts – Ann’s Christmas Eve poem
- Celebrating Winter Solstice in Brighton
- Going round in circles…and winter poem.
- The last of the flowers before they succumb to wind and rain
- Hey I’m reading at Pighog on Thursday
- Remembrance Sunday – Grandpa’s War – a poem.
- Writing poetry is scary
- Floating into the autumn…
- Chasing the rabbit…
- Seems to be competition in my garden
- The snail trail – autumn and my one and only poem about cancer…
- You haven’t written anything yet!
- Mood unpredictable as is the weather
- White rabbits for July and other bits and bobs.
- Jumping about in June – the RA – Tenerife
- Muddling through May
- My little book about a dry stone wall published!
- In and out of April
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