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.
Buy now - £6.60
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!
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.
Tag Archives: Finding my feet in Brighton
The dragonfly on the curtain the day after arriving back from Swanwick I took as a good omen. Then the sweetcorn on the allotment looked amazing. I have never grown it before and was told to grow it in a … Continue reading
‘Ning Nang Nong where the Cows go Bong ‘etc etc. Well I bet they once did in Ticehurst where Spike lived for a while. Yesterday thanks to The Bell pub and Kit Smith who organised it, it was and a day … Continue reading
but no that dog under that furry exterior is a skillful pianist with the ability to play a whole range of popular tunes! www.josspeachmusic.com and up for party bookings by the look of it! Below some Brightonians hurry home … Continue reading
Whoops! I love looking out to sea and writing poetry in my beach hut but I think I am really grounded by the earth and more a garden person not so much a mermaid! But luckily due to bringing … Continue reading
One of my great aunts typed her memoir on an old Remington just like this one, her typing skills meant she did the whole thing with two fingers. She was partially crippled … Continue reading
= love is a hammock rocked in a hospital ward all night till morning = – sun sea sheep shadows the old black mill on the hill love is a pathway = = a pen in … Continue reading
I’m sure mindfulness has it’s place but the endless colouring book are fast becoming a modern industry, like celebrity cook books and slimming! I sometimes feels that mindfulness with courses, cds, articles and book is trying … Continue reading
The final touches to Rottingdean’s Christmas tree, thanks to Juliette, the owner of the Open Art Cafe. There will also be a lovely display of trees at St Margaret’s next weekend. The ducks are very impressed … Continue reading