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: poetry
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
My mother had always loved ‘Alice in Wonderland.’ These are some tiny ceramics she made after she and my father had given up their careers in puppetry. She also made dragons and my father threw pots and made … Continue reading
All over Saltdean clumps of bright yellow flowers to cheer the spirit. – – Out in the garden for a few blowy minutes new flowers have emerged – – Seagulls seek shelter wild winds and billowing sea batter the … Continue reading
The Lace Maker I found the brown hessian lace cushion in the loft wrapped in crumpled paper the pattern and pins still in place wooden bobbins, one with buttons on the metal ring instead of the more traditional spangles a … Continue reading
On misty mornings tears of rain on winter trees shine a little light. Ok vanity! But love my picture and poem, cheered me up! Earlier when clearing out I found ‘Blackpool Illuminations’ written at Arvon … Continue reading
Sometimes the unexpected happens even flowers can bloom where they want to. – – I have been writing this blog for nearly ten years. It keeps my creative spirit going and ensures I still take photographs of my garden, allotment … Continue reading
I can sketch passably, I’ve been a marionette maker and performer, I have worked as a therapist and can hypnotize people! It was only when regression became the in thing and too many private clients wanted to see if they … Continue reading
An Apple a Day? People passionate about words? Lapidus London When I discovered that a lively fellow poet Christine Holywood was involved in this event I signed up on the spur of the moment, not really checking the detail. Once … Continue reading
Sometimes I give my own poems an airing. The truth is that I can surprise myself by finding something I had completely forgotten about and being quite pleased that I wrote it. At other times I cringe with embarrassment. These … Continue reading
Currently I am experimenting with linking sketches to poetry. mad Ella ate coal small pieces from our scuttle unwed and alone gran said they took her baby and the shock sent her insane a shimmering globe mirror of distortion white space … Continue reading