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: Photography
My poem translated into Italian – Bluebells – Garden – Memoir.
An unexpected email arrived from journalist and poet Lavinia Collodel, an art historian living in Rome. She was writing about green spaces for an Italian magazine and included Postman’s Park in London. Apparently she had discovered … Continue reading
Emerging from the chaos of 2020 inevitably older but wiser?
During lockdown I think my life has taken even more of an ‘Alice in Wonderland’ quality, with a few chunks of ‘Alice Through the Looking Glass’ for good measure. The Mad Hatter is of course unaware that mercury is responsible … Continue reading
Posted in 'The Puppeteer's Daughter' Ann Perrin, Ann's memoir, Cheer yourself up on a dull day, Creativity, Famous places, Lockdown, Marionette, Nothing waits a category long, Photography, Puppethouse mayhem, SAD Seasonal Affective Disorder, The Open Art Cafe Rottingdean where Ann often writes
Tagged British Puppet and Model Theatre Guild, End of 2020, making films, Nature - birds, flowers, sea or country, Postman's Park Poetry, Puppetry, Seasonal affective disorder, surviving 2020, Troubadour Coffee House - poetry
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Talking to myself – pictures – poems
Occasionally its been enough effort to get up, let alone write. But I’ve got a garden and lots of unfinished projects like repainting the shed! But I’ve managed to re-draft a few … Continue reading
Posted in Ann's memoir, Arvon, Becoming a poet, Brighton - out and about, Cheer yourself up on a dull day, Creativity, Gardening, Life and Times of a New Age Granny, Lockdown, Marionette, Photography, poetry
Tagged 76 years of the NHS, Appleby Horse Fair, Arvon, Cafe Poets in Eastbourne, Campervan, Gardening, Marionettes in the loft, my life and lockdown, Photography, Pier Poets, poetry, Poetry during lockdown, The Charcoal Burners in Toulouse, the guy and his unicycle, The Poetry Business, The Star and Garter Home
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Early summer in the garden. Pictures -puppet – poems
– – The frog pond – translucent wings hover newts wiggle under waterlilies nearby bees fills socks with pollen midges dance in fading light. – – – Hive – Despite honey stocks … Continue reading
Posted in Brighton - out and about, Cheer yourself up, Cheer yourself up on a dull day, Creativity, Finding my feet in Brighton, Flowers/Garden/Allotment, Gardening, Living by the sea, Marionette, Photography, poetry
Tagged Garden, Marionette, Poem abour a hive, Poem about a pond, Poem about a worm, Poem about puppeteer, roses
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Memories – VE day in Balmore Street London N.19 and poetry.
I guess we must have been a patriotic lot in London in 1945. I was only 4 and a half but I think I had picked up on my mother’s terror, the bombs, the constant need of escape and the … Continue reading
A magical mother – pictures – poems – stories.
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
Posted in Cheer yourself up on a dull day, Creative non fiction, Creativity, Finding my feet in Brighton, Gardening and the Allotment - for the love of it, London out and about, Marionette, Photography, poetry, Poetry - Creative Writing, Puppethouse mayhem
Tagged Blackpool, Marionettes, memoir, Mother's Day, Photograohy, poetry, Poetry about Puppetry, Prrncess Diana's Lace, Puppetry, The Iranian Siehge, The Royal School of Needle Worlk
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Hands upon hands and so expressive.
Started to look at our marionettes hands, always so expressive. In the late 50s with two big productions, one in Blackpool another in Scarborough at the same time, my father abandoned … Continue reading
Posted in 'The Puppeteer's Daughter' Ann Perrin, Ann's photography, Brighton - out and about, Cheer yourself up on a dull day, Marionette, Photography, poetry, Puppethouse mayhem
Tagged a poem about carving, marionette hands, Photography, Ron and Joan Filed's Puppets, Tony Webb Wood carver
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Signs of spring in Saltdean despite wild weather…
All over Saltdean clumps of bright yellow flowers to cheer the spirit. – – Out in the garden for a few blowy minutes new flowers have emerged – – Seagulls seek shelter wild winds and billowing sea batter the … Continue reading
A garden poem and love the marionettes!
My garden – I could sit here in my garden all my waking hours simply entranced by the profusion of the flowers. – Clouds of blue wisteria float above my head and Aquilegia pink and mauve frame where … Continue reading
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