I would stumble over these literary speed bumps, my reading slowing or even coming to an abrupt halt whilst my mind darted hither and yon seeking other routes to understanding or a way to overcome these awkward impediments to my own enjoyment. When I raised the matter with my teachers they would smile and say “It’s poetic licence”
So poetic licence would become an accepted pass-word used for anything that didn’t really fit with my mind but could be used to maintain a rhythm or create a rhyme, or just to sound different and get me better marks from those same teachers.
Nowadays it seems that we have rescinded the requirements of gaining a poetic licence and we give them away with every pen or pencil purchased. So now everyone throws in these verbal impediments to understanding without any real thought and waves their un-earned licence in the face of anyone who dares demur. So much so that the original purpose of making things poetic has reversed and its use makes many erstwhile poems into prosaic passages.
It’s time we rebelled and brought in a qualifying standard before we grant someone that talisman of taste – a poetic licence



