-
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)
-
Recent Posts
- Here we go Christmas again and a bit lost for words …
- 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!
Pages
Links
Copyright
© Ann Perrin, 2010. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material, including all illustrations without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Please leave a comment for moderation if you wish to contact the author and illustrator with any enquiry.Categories
Category Archives: The Open Art Cafe Rottingdean where Ann often writes
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
7 Comments
London lights – writers – poets – celebrations – launches – events
. On Wednesday broadened my horizons by attending presentations given at The National Poetry Library by Tamar Yoseloff, Clare Collison, Abigail Morley and Katherine Maris, exploring – ‘What is poetry’s relationship with art? Visual landscapes of the poem – … Continue reading
Posted in Cheer yourself up on a dull day, Christmas - love or loath it?, Creative Nonfiction, Famous places, Out and about in London, Photography, poetry, The Open Art Cafe Rottingdean where Ann often writes
Tagged London lights, National Poetry Library, Phoenix Arts Club hosts poetry launch, Pier Poets, Poetry launch, SWWJ
Leave a comment
Poetry for the book ‘Paul Smith by Rottingdean Bazaar’.
I had an amazing stroke of luck a few weeks ago when James and Luke from Rottingdean Bazaar popped into the Open Art Cafe in Rottingdean and discovered the poems on display written by members of the Pop in … Continue reading
All Sorts – Ann’s Christmas Eve poem
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
Posted in Becoming a poet, Cheer yourself up on a dull day, Christmas - love or loath it?, Creative non fiction, Photography, poetry, The Open Art Cafe Rottingdean where Ann often writes
Tagged Art, London in the 40s, Photography, Poem for Christmas Eve, reflections, Troubadour Coffee House
Leave a comment