Dawn Ferrett

Dawn Ferrett Poems

When someone touches your heart and soul,
Shines through the dark like a star,
Brings out the very best in you,
Becomes part of who you are.

I've never known the love the poets write of.
I've never felt that yearning deep inside.
The passion of young Juliet for Romeo
For me has, somehow, always been denied.

Our sofa was a spaceship.
We soared between the stars
Visiting distant planets
Like Jupiter and Mars.

Why did I have that last slice of cake
When I'd already eaten enough?
I'm doubled up now with acute tummy ache
And I'm feeling so horribly rough!

I remember...

A street in the city where we used to play.
Few cars to bother us, we'd frolic all day.

The sounds of children laughing,
The fresh smell after rain,
The new buds in the Springtime,
The clatter of a train,

I never once suspected
On the day we said 'I do'
That you might be really saying
'I'll do what I want to do! '


A hunter, whilst riding to hound,
Said, 'To catch a fox I am bound! '

The teacher had asked her class to compose
A sentence with 'fascinate' in it.
Little Johnny Green, right at the back
Had his hand up in a minute!

The fairy on the Christmas tree
Is looking quite forlorn.
Her wand is broken and splinted;
Her wings, all tattered and torn.

As I wander through the endless roads
That typify my thoughts and dreams,
One question has always remained.
Throughout the years, I've journeyed on;

Silently, stealthily he winds his way,
Utilising the dark recesses,
Creeping up on unsuspecting prey
Made helpless in his deadly caresses.

Daddy has a secret! He was woken by a light!
Something or someone was moving through the garden late one night.
He crept up to the window and, much to his surprise,
He saw a band of tiny folk - about a foot in size.

Whatever happened to gratitude?
Is it dead, or just taking a break?
Could somebody tell me why 'Thank you'
Is so hard a gesture to make?

So many days throughout the year
Are cause for celebration.
Birthdays, Christmas, wedding days,
Anniversaries, a coronation.

I wonder if you think of me
Now and then, now we're apart.
Do memories of bygone days
Make you smile and warm your heart?

Hallowe'en has come and gone
And so has Guy Fawkes night.
It's time to look forward to Christmas
And hope (yet again) that it's white.


Do you ever feel the slightest pang
Of sorrow or remorse?
Do you wish things hadn't come to such a pass?

The Rules of the game:

1) Take a random word from a book, dictionary, newspaper, cereal packet or whatever.
2) Pick out a question from any number of sources. I've found one or two from internet ads, Facebook etc.

One starlit night a child was born,
A manger for His bed.
While angels sang their hymns of praise,
A light shone round His head.

Dawn Ferrett Biography

First of all I'd like to say, straight off, that I'm no great wit. Nor am I more than moderately intelligent. Just because I can throw a few words and phrases together and make them rhyme does not make me a poet. In fact I prefer the term 'rhymester'. Honestly, anyone with half a brain can do it. All it really takes is an average vocabulary and a keen sense of rhythm. When I was - well, let's say a FEW years younger, my friend and I used to play a game together that we called 'Word and Question'. What we did was to take little slips of paper, and on half of them we'd write single words - any that popped into our heads - and then fold them and place them in either a pile, or some sort of container. Then, on the other half we'd write a question - again, anything that occurred to us - and place these in another pile or container. Next, we'd shuffle them really well and each of us would take a slip of paper from each and write them both at the top of a sheet of paper. The object was to write a few lines of either verse or prose in which we would answer the question (or try to) but making sure that we used the word in our answer. Of course I always responded in rhyme. I think this is when I realised how much easier it is to write in verse - for me at least. Perversely, I think it's because of the restrictions of rhyme and tempo. If you have something to say, it's often easier to know that you have to stay within the boundaries or rules of verse-making, rather like a child learning to colour pictures has to stay within the lines. I find a kind of comfort in it. You have more control - it doesn't run away from you. Anyway, I digress! Word and Question! In most cases, the word had absolutely nothing in common with the question, or it's reply, so this was where you had to be a little creative. Still, to show you how easy it is, I'll tell you about one that my younger sister, who was then about seven or eight, did. The word she picked was 'Arms', the question 'Did Nelson wear glasses? '. Here is her reply - It's been asked if Horatio Nelson wore goggles. If that is the case - My! How the mind boggles! Whether he did or he didn't, I know not or care, Still - no 'arms been done in the asking, has there? You can see how proud I was of her! I remember it verbatim! Clever little thing wasn't she? Still is, actually. She can run rings round me in the brains department. So, that was how I realised I could really do this! I can write verse! And so can any of you out there. Try it! I'm sure inside a few of you there's a Shelley or Keats - or even a Pam Ayres! Good versifying! 8-))

The Best Poem Of Dawn Ferrett

Angels Are Rare

When someone touches your heart and soul,
Shines through the dark like a star,
Brings out the very best in you,
Becomes part of who you are.
You know you've been blessed a thousandfold
And this debt you can never repay.
For Angels are rare and Saints are few
And Miracles aren't seen every day.

Sadly you were only mortal, my friend,
But you'll always be special to me.
I need you to know that you're sorely missed!
You'll live on in my memory.

Dawn Ferrett Comments

Allotey Abossey 04 August 2015

After reading what you wrote about yourself and a few of your poems, I wondered who a poet is then. I believe Dawn Farrett is a great poet with a style that needs celebration. I love your work. God richly bless you.

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