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)
- 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!
- Lace making – poem and pictures
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My mother had always loved ‘Alice in Wonderland.’ These are some tiny ceramics she made after she and my father had given up their careers in puppetry. She also made dragons and my father threw pots and made … Continue reading
The Lace Maker I found the brown hessian lace cushion in the loft wrapped in crumpled paper the pattern and pins still in place wooden bobbins, one with buttons on the metal ring instead of the more traditional spangles a … Continue reading
Recently life has been difficult all round, so sometimes just gather things together to cheer myself along. – – I love taking pictures, but painting is soothing and a good kitchen table activity! Paint and paper is inexpensive so … Continue reading
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I was having a big clearout on Sunday when I came across three rather worn black sketchbooks. Very pleased to discover one was written a journal of the trip with my friend/ colleague Sunita and her two children in ’88. … 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
According to one source cataloging includes alphabetize, arrange, tick off, rank, stream, a pecking order, pigeon hole. Love the last one, imagine indignant pigeons waiting while I place half finished poems into holes along the white cliffs walk way. … Continue reading
Well we’ve eaten all the mince pies! The Adana I uncovered the Adana press and a long lost box of printing blocks just before Christmas, as one does when one is looking for last years wrapping paper! The blocks looked intriguing … Continue reading
All Sorts Everyone helped on Christmas eve, the children in the living room trusted to make neat crosses on sprouts bottoms, peel potatoes and prod the hot chestnuts We’d laugh at my mother’s story of corn beef roast during the … Continue reading
invited by Michaela Ridgway and on the same bill as Jackie Wills, Colette Sensier Brendan Cleary no less! The Nightingale Room. Grand Central 29-30 Surrey Street. 7.15. “What an honour” I said to the rabbit “and you can’t come because you haven’t been invited!” … Continue reading