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: Nature – birds
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
and the wind makes me feel a slightly crazy full stop Blogging can be fun comma but I like proof readers and editors who put everything right full stop I’m a puppeteer’s daughter and my schooling was spasmodic spell … 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
Watching the seagulls acrobatics above the waves, I was reminded we have lived here for ten years. I sometimes forget why we chose to do so, but it was partly the attraction of the seashore, swimming in the sea, having … Continue reading
Paths From my bedroom window I can see the worn stone paths I created in the garden. The pathway meandering through the park leading to the sea where dog walkers congregate every morning. Tiny paths threading their way … Continue reading
before it opens to the public.
Oh that’s me! One of the poets taking part in the Open Garden Squares Weekend 17th and 18th June with many thanks to The Poetry school for such a unique opportunity. … Continue reading
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