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Please click on the link below to hear the podcast of this poem https://annperrinpoetry.files.wordpress.com/2016/02/012-theoleander-nh.mp3 The Oleander We found it in Albi, no gentle sketch but boldly painted bright and blowzy heady with scent, out for a good time. In London. loving the culture pink petals flirted with passers by revelled in attent…
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I wrote the ‘The hole in the wall’ at an Arvon creative writing course at Totleigh Barton many years ago. A film I made earlier – I have always been attracted to dry stone walls. My grandfather had a stone wall in our built in our garden when I was a child. Grandmother had a serious back injury due to bomb damage on the house, so the only way she c…
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My Garden – to listen to the podcast please click on link below https://annperrinpoetry.files.wordpress.com/2015/04/017-thegarden-nh.mp3 I could sit here in my garden all my waking hours simply entranced by the profusion of flowers. Clouds of blue wisteria float above my head, and Aquilegia pink and mauve frame where the birds are fed. Pansies almo…
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To hear the introduction and Ann’s poem Picasso’s Model – please click on the arrow on the podcast below. https://annperrinpoetry.files.wordpress.com/2015/04/016-picassosmodel-nh.mp3 Picasso’s Model He watches me intently as though drawing a vase. I heat my iron once again, cover the handle with cloth and continue my labour. He can’t paint the musi…
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Listen to Ann’s poem Moving on now – simply press the arrow on this latest post – https://annperrinpoetry.files.wordpress.com/2015/04/015-movingon-nh.mp3 This poem was written on the last day of a course at Arvon. Arvon run creative writing courses for all kinds of writing. The tutors are usually well known in their field as well as experienced fac…
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A poem about a neighbour in South London. He lived in a house beyond a high fence at the end of the garden and I never got to know him. Listen to Ann’s poem The Passing Season now – simply press the arrow on this latest post page – https://annperrinpoetry.files.wordpress.com/2015/04/007-thepassingseason.mp3 The Passing Season Hidden from view he hu…
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Listen to Ann’s poem Reconciliation now – simply press the arrow on this latest post page – https://annperrinpoetry.files.wordpress.com/2015/02/011-reconciliation-nh.mp3 Reconciliation Seeds take flight with the softest blow, on dandelion clocks you know. Forever? How long can that be? And who’s in charge of time. Tell me? Twin spirits drift and so…
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Listen to – Beachcombing – Ann’s latest podcast on her poetry site by pressing the link – https://annperrinpoetry.files.wordpress.com/2015/04/014-beachcombing.mp3 Beachcombing Where a solitary seagull flew hopeful of an unexpected catch an old man moved along the deserted seashore. Glancing skywards as if to ward off new invaders. He kept his gaze …
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Ann’s poetry podcast – Listen to the poem ‘Don’t Throw the Daisies‘ on Ann’s blog now – by clicking on link below – https://annperrinpoetry.files.wordpress.com/2015/02/010-dontthowawaythedaisies-nh.mp3 Don’t Throw Away the Daisies Thank you for passing the time with me. It’s so lonely waiting to die. Can’t tell you how angry I felt when you first a…
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Listen to Blackpool Illuminations now by pressing the link below – https://annperrinpoetry.files.wordpress.com/2015/04/009-blackpoolilluminations.mp3 Our parents performed on The North Pier Blackpool with their elaborate Marionette Musical. We stayed in a a holiday summer flat on the front from June to October. Blackpool Illuminations How can we sl…
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Listen to The Salt Sea Winds now – by pressing on the link below. https://annperrinpoetry.files.wordpress.com/2015/02/005-thesaltseawinds-nh.mp3 Where salt sea winds make their eerie sounds and grey-green waves come crashing to the shore and water washed pebbles tumble from obscurity into an ever changing collage of muted colour High on the shore, …
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Listen to A Widow’s Weeds now – just press on the link below. https://annperrinpoetry.files.wordpress.com/2015/04/008-awidowsweeds.mp3 A Widow’s Weeds Mrs. Howell had always lived in the attic in her widows’ weeds. We children swore she wore them in bed and wondered how she managed up there without a lavatory. Once a month the coalman called with h…
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Listen to Ann’s poem The House in Highgate now – just press on the link below. https://annperrinpoetry.files.wordpress.com/2015/04/006-thehouseinhighgate.mp3 The House in Highgate Peter Pan had a lot to answer for! We were always sliding down the polished banisters and leaping off at the last minute in our everlasting efforts to fly. We spent half …
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Listen to Ann’s poem Granny’s Corset now – just press on the link below. https://annperrinpoetry.files.wordpress.com/2015/01/003-grannyscorset-nh.mp3 Granny’s Corset Push open the door and enter her room with heavy beige wallpaper and brown gloss paint. Grandma, propped up with pillows, crisp white sheet, pure silk eiderdown, raises a frail hand in…
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Listen to On The Fiddle now – just press on the link below. https://annperrinpoetry.files.wordpress.com/2015/04/004-onthefiddle.mp3 Playing the fiddle he walks the tight rope strung between two lamp posts. With over painted mouth and yellow hair dancing attendance his bow catches an uncertain sound drowned by the man with the band playing the blue …
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Listen to The Fall of the West Pier now – just press on the link below. https://annperrinpoetry.files.wordpress.com/2015/04/002-thefallofthewestpier.mp3 Rumbling crushing crumbling oblivious to reason it moves over pebbles seeking its prey. A huge head hovers, steely eye glints as massive neck swings high in the air peers over pickings. Pillars and…
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Listen to Ann’s poem called Weaving Spells now – just press on arrow on this site. https://annperrinpoetry.files.wordpress.com/2015/04/001-weavingspells.mp3 He was a magician to us weaving spells with wood and clay. Other people’s dads went to work and reappeared for supper. Ours spent his days and most nights carving marionettes in his cluttered w…
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