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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earning a living, mothering, caring, studying, making films, teaching, painting, gardening, laughing, blogging, shopping, changing the duvet. de-cluttering, doing aqua aerobics, watching sunsets, chatting, laughing, visiting exhibitions, making a mess … Continue reading
The Pew I hope this is the pew where once the poet sat having enjoyed his breakfast of burnt toast sitting in his morning chair looking out to the graveyard where his great grandfather is buried drafting a letter then leaving … Continue reading
(this is doggerel you have been warned) A cottage garden by the sea says much for it and much of me small apple trees and … Continue reading
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= 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
A cold metal handle leads to the room where white orchids … Continue reading
I often use memory or images to create my poems, but I like images for their own sake too. I took this photo last week following an appointment in London and it reminded me of the poem about my first … Continue reading
sifting through a mountain of words trying to say the right thing I don’t want to the break spell but it wasn’t like that I was there, seeing it all from a different angle.