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 ‘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!
- Lace making – poem and pictures
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We created a courtyard at the front of the house, with chairs, a table, a trough full of flowers and a bird feeder. It was partly in an attempt to ensure we could have two or three friends round and … Continue reading
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
With our white rabbit on the front cover and John McCullough’s and Tim Dooley’s wonderful endorsements on the back my new collection of poetry has just taken flight! The back page says ‘The poems explore the complexity of life as … Continue reading
Just found a whole pile of rough illustrations I did for ‘The Hole in the Wall.’ There was one pic. missing so I’ve just drawn another one, which brought back happy memories of making the original at Arvon many moons … Continue reading
Autumn is the time for activity, creativity and, of course, comfort eating. Currently Ryvita and honey sometimes at 2 a.m.! New projects will be the only way to prepare for the real deep dark mists of winter that arrive at … Continue reading
Link to new Arvon post about the whole experience! https://annperrin.wordpress.com/2012/08/23/arvon-a-personal-journey-into-poetry-and-a-visit-to-hebden-bridge/ which also includes the following video diary.
I am going to Arvon next week for another poetry course. I am really looking forward to it. I went two years ago and wrote my first sonnet (see other posts on Arvon) I also made a friend called Karen … Continue reading
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I found some more of my photographs of the house at Lumb Bank, the Church and Sylvia Plath’s grave at Heptonstall, all very poignant. Well what is poetry for but to feed the spirit and all the poems mentioned in … Continue reading