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)
Ann’s poetry covers the big topics of love and death with originality. Take for instance the title poem which is full of surprises yet also wonderfully poignant.
- Here we go Christmas again and a bit lost for words …
- My poem ‘Seeing’ is about problems with 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!
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Tag Archives: Monologue – prose or poem
Re-cycling creative writing – ‘The hole in the wall.’
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
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Oh what a mess that was!
A big day for national events and here I am in little old Brighton still fiddling about trying to get the ‘International April Alphabet Challenge’ right! How pathetic can one get! That’s retirement for you! I know everyone else doing the challenge is busy with O today, … Continue reading
Allotments are like pets!
Allotments are like some pets. Maybe a cat – independent but still in need of food and warmth, a dog, demanding tender loving care attention, a hampster constantly on the go, or a tortoise keen on hibernation. Maybe the pet … Continue reading
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Clutterbugs – rhyme but no reason.
After a week at Arvon I should be capable of writing a sonnet to clutter, or at least a few lines of pared down poetry, but the muse deserted me to dance in the garden. I don’t blame her, I’ve … Continue reading
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The sea, the sea not the right place to be pretty for sure but no sign of a tree then without warning it’s moody and bleak I want hedgerows and birdsong I won’t last the week. Seagulls are screeching like witches … Continue reading
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Oldies can be funny? Ann’s standup at The Greys – Hanover!
Back story. “Hey let’s put one of your gigs on youtube,” says well meaning friend. “No, no! If everyone sees your gig there, they won’t book you.” says a Mrs Realistic from Romney Marshes, who exists only in my head … Continue reading
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The cleft palate – Mrs Shufflebottom – and a poem
The Blitz On a warm sunny Sunday in Middlesex hospital in London amidst the buzz of bombs I slipped from my mother’s womb with blue eyes and a cleft palate and a smile that it was said soothed the souls … Continue reading
The Bus Pass – a poem
Well it’s verse not poetry but never mind! The Bus Pass I’ve got myself a wheelie bag bought granny pants and vests accepted that my hair is grey and started taking rests. My smile’s benign when people call but the … Continue reading
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The House in Highgate and Peter Pan – poem
Postwar memories from ‘The House in Highgate’ section The House in Highgate Peter Pan had a lot to answer for! We were always sliding down the polished bannisters and leaping off at the last minute in our everlasting efforts to … Continue reading
The contents of my handbag and Blu-tak
I suddenly realised I hadn’t put my wise words about the contents of my handbag called ‘Blu-tak’ on my blog. Apologies to anyone who has popped into the cafe and read this one already. The contents of my handbag A sticky … Continue reading
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