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: London out and about
A garden full of roses. News of a new poetry course and other cheerful chatter.
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
Posted in Ann's photography, Becoming a poet, Brighton - out and about, Cheer yourself up on a dull day, Finding my feet in Brighton, Gardening, London out and about, Photography, Poetry - Creative Writing, Rottingdean
Tagged Kemp town carnival, Rotttingdean Bazaar, shebug designs, Tamar Yoseloff, The Poetry School, Tim Dooley
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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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Chasing the rabbit…
Decided to take the white rabbit on journey from Brighton to my old home in North London because I am vaguely thinking of making a new film. This was where our rabbit was made and where I spent most of … Continue reading
Posted in Ann's memoir, Brighton - out and about, Cheer yourself up on a dull day, Creative Nonfiction, Famous places, Life and Times of a New Age Granny, London out and about, Marionette, Photography, poetry
Tagged Creative Nonfiction, Dartmouth Park Hill, Marionettes, Poem about Christmas in the 4os, Poem about the white rabbit from Alice, St Pancras Station and a white rabbit, The Florist at St Pancras, The music man at St Pancras, Waterlow Park
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Jumping about in June – the RA – Tenerife
The garden exploded into action when I was away for a few days, typical! Now it’s still roses, roses everywhere and with loads of deadheading to be done. I’ve sorted out the greenhouse yet again with raised beds and … Continue reading
Posted in Ann's photography, Arvon, Brighton - out and about, Cheer yourself up on a dull day, Flowers/Garden/Allotment, London out and about, Nature - birds, flowers, sea or country, Photography, Poetry - Creative Writing, Retiring to Brighton - ups and downs, Rottingdean
Tagged Art, Friends at the RA, Grayson Perry, music, Open Art Cafe Rottingdean, Photography, poetry, Tenerife, The Mandolin Orchestra
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Making the best of March
Despite the snow earlier in March, I managed to get up to Faber for an evening with Wendy Cope. Amazing how a big glass of wine and convivial company can make all the difference, and on top of … Continue reading
Posted in Ann's photography, Brighton - out and about, Cheer yourself up on a dull day, London out and about, Photography, Poetry readings - London - Brighton
Tagged #poetry #nature, Anecdotal Evidence, Cherry Tree in bloom, Julie Cohen - togeher, pencil puppets for children, Rooks make their nests, Spring cleaning the brain, The Beach Hut Writing Academy, Wendy Cope launch
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Notes from my journal…
Met a man on the 507 at Victoria the other week. He said “I know you from somewhere” ‘Yes” I said “but I can’t remember where” Turned out we were heading for the same place and we had met up … Continue reading
