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)
- 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
- 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
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Tag Archives: sea or country
in heavy rain, think it was a Buzzard but no-one else turned up to his party.
I’ve lived in London for most of my life, but I sometimes came down to Brighton for the day, just to look out at the sea and remind myself how tiny my worries and concerns were in the … Continue reading
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Six different angles
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from our garden we can see the cycle of the seasons on the farm on the hill.
I thought I would try a few ‘Sunday Specials’ with some special pics and maybe a film! This year the sand sculpture in Brighton takes on a musical theme – up and ready for the summer season at … Continue reading
b The birds in the garden today – the poem is about the garden in London. The Passing Season Hidden from view he hums, deep resonant sounds of age and wisdom. My neighbour’s steady beat on wooden stakes … Continue reading