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)
- 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!
- Lace making – poem and pictures
- Pure escapism painting, photography, singing and puppets.
- Sorting essays, stories and photos of our marionettes at last.
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Tag Archives: Wise words in retirement
Frankly the reality of realising that I am still alive came as a bit of a shock. Only recently have we ventured out after nearly two years of remaining pretty close to home. We were treated to a lovely weekend … Continue reading
An unexpected email arrived from journalist and poet Lavinia Collodel, an art historian living in Rome. She was writing about green spaces for an Italian magazine and included Postman’s Park in London. Apparently she had discovered … 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
Discovered clumps of bluebells in the rain on our allotment yesterday. Alan was a gem, dug a trough and did odd jobs like some guys tend to… Been a bit poorly on and off for the last two weeks … 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
Could not get them any bigger without losing quality, maybe better for being little gems. Met up with grandchildren all home from Uni with plenty of tales to tell. The beach hut had not blown away in … Continue reading
in my garden so that’s it – Spring has definitely arrived! The allotment on the Weald is doing fine too, even if we did have to tie up the fence with bits of string.
especially my dear old gran. She damaged her back when a bit of the house fell on her during the war. She guided an extended family and looked after anyone down on their luck in our neighbourhood (which sometimes seemed like … Continue reading