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)
- 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
- Christmas creeping up on us!
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Tag Archives: An Open Art Cafe Poet
E is for ego Ego Ego likes to get about to jump, to hop, to run, he’s bright and sharp and sparky, intent on having fun. When he’s at a party he’s rude, he’s crass, a bore, if there is … Continue reading
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The Tortoise (for Bridget) When the tortoise crawls out of hibernation from the box of straw will the rings of her ancient shell shield her from regret will her wrinkly head recall the sound of that voice the haunting echo … Continue reading
I think we all had a good time at ‘pop in and write a poem’ today writing, sharing, drinking coffee and occasionally indulging in one of the cafe’s yummy cakes! I love running this workshop because it is great when … Continue reading
An eye for detail is currently being revised. Sorry about that. Ann