They have been with me since childhood,
piquant little ghosts that haunt me.
Their white bones long for words,
the flesh of their existence.
I call out to them in the dead of night
and, in a moonbeam of ecstasy,
words appear, freshly-baked poems
rouse me, their mille-feuille pastry crumbling
at the ferocity of my pen, a sweetness
that may turn sour if I savour it for too long.
Kim M. Russell, 25th June 2026

This Thursday at the dVerse Poets Pub, we are Meeting the Bar with Grace and revisiting ‘the venerable tradition of the Ars Poetica, Latin for “the art of poetry.” Traditionally, an Ars Poetica is a poem about poetry itself: why we write, what poems do, how language works upon us, and what we hope our words might accomplish. From Horace to Archibald MacLeish and countless contemporary poets, writers have used the form to explore their relationship with the craft. An Ars Poetica often becomes a personal manifesto, a meditation, or a declaration of faith in poetry itself.’
Grace has provided examples by Archibald MacLeish and William Butler Yeats to inspire us to write our own Ars Poetica that reveal our writing processes through imagery, symbolism, or personalization.
A moonbeam of ecstacy… love how poems may be forged like that.
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Thank you, Björn.
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Love the ghostly haunt of the poem. This part is my favorite:
words appear, freshly-baked poems
rouse me, their mille-feuille pastry crumbling
Thank you Kim. Have a good summer break.
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Thank you, Grace. You too.
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Ah, those ghosts do tend to haunt us. All the ingredients are there the trick is the mixing of the words.
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All of which we experience at the Poets Pub.
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This is good, Kim…poem ideas haunt us if half-baked 😀
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Thanks Lynn!
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I had the notion to call poetry my ghosts as well KIm, glad I didn;t because you hit this one out of the park! Love the pastry metaphor so tasty. Beautifully done! 🥮🥐💜
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Thanks so much, Cara! 💜
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“crumbling – at the ferocity of my pen, a sweetness
that may turn sour if I savour it for too long.”
An intriguing ending, Kim. I like
“Their white bones long for words,
the flesh of their existence.”
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Thank you, Andrew.
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Yes, that ferocity of penning a poem–the urgency we feel when we simply must put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard!). Rich imagery, Kim, and the reference to “mille-feuille” made my mouth water. ❤
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Thank you very much, Jennifer.
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Let’s hope you can always keep writing your beautiful poems – Jae
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Thank you, Jae.
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Poetic thoughts flit by like ghosts. Good one, Kim!
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Thank you, Sara!
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I love “Their white bones long for words”
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Thank you, Judy.
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at the ferocity of my pen, a sweetnessthat may turn sour if I savour it for too long.
Great close Kim! The sweetness pursued it. Your intensity certainly did! It is satisfaction personified right from an early age. Hank very much enjoyed your write and had always been. Thanks Ma’am!
Hank
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Thank you, Hank, for your generous comments!
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That’s a ouija — “Their white bones long for words, / the flesh of their existence.” It is their yearning which bids me write. Amen and ahem.
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Cheers Brendan!
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“in a moonbeam of ecstasy,”
Nice one
Thanks for dropping by my blog
much love
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Thank you, Gillena, and much love to you.
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Oh, I love your piquant ghosts. Long may they continue to nurture you and sweeten your life!
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Aah, thank you, Rosemary!
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