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)
- 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
- Pure escapism painting, photography, singing and puppets.
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Category Archives: Poetry readings – London – Brighton
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
Recently had all the excitement of reading at Pighog on the same programme as Jackie Wills, Colette Sensier, Brendan Cleary and Pighog open micers! The event is arranged and compered as always by the enthusiastic Michaela Ridgway. It all went well … 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
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
On Friday night when we arrived the area around Earls Court Station was of full of enthusiastic tourists, busy cafes, pubs despite the papers being full of stories about the dreadful fire that had killed so many. On Saturday a … Continue reading
I was up in London at Kings Place this week despite the fact I have had problems with my eyes and hate the the cold weather! Well my eyes were settling and I had already bought a ticket for Poetry … Continue reading
Monday – sat in the One shop to get a ticket to London along with others hoping their trip to the panto was not on a strike day! Even today potential cancellations so decided to leave early to get the … Continue reading
The Fairy on the 12A – There was a fairy on the 12A today with white gauzy wings purple tights and pink wellingtons. Her magic powers spread to the lady with the new hip giving her gip, … Continue reading
Minding Grandpa Grandpa sits in silence twisting threads on a white wooden frame with rows of neat nails on each side weaving patterns with silky thread recovering from the Great War and comrades lost on the Somme forbidden by Grandma … Continue reading