A Northumberland Lass
"...Wow! It’s an absolute epic. A Shropshire Lad is an actual book. It took me most of the afternoon to read it because it contains lots of poems (LXVIII in total and no, I’m not going to tell you how many LXVIII is; if you don’t know, you’ll have to look it up or buy a copy and count them – which is what I did). It was also full of words that I didn’t understand. Words like ‘guineas’ and ‘hearken’ and ‘handselled’.
So I whiled away the afternoon, lying on my bed, A Shropshire Lad propped up on a pillow in front of me and my trusty dictionary by my side...
...where poetry is concerned there aren’t any rules. Anything goes. And in that vein I made a momentous decision. I decided that I was going to pinch A E Housman’s idea and write my own series of poems. I won’t set them in Shropshire, though – Shropshire’s far too dangerous. My poems will be set here, where I live and will be called, drumroll please… A Northumberland Lass."
From Emmabella's Birthday Alphabet
So I whiled away the afternoon, lying on my bed, A Shropshire Lad propped up on a pillow in front of me and my trusty dictionary by my side...
...where poetry is concerned there aren’t any rules. Anything goes. And in that vein I made a momentous decision. I decided that I was going to pinch A E Housman’s idea and write my own series of poems. I won’t set them in Shropshire, though – Shropshire’s far too dangerous. My poems will be set here, where I live and will be called, drumroll please… A Northumberland Lass."
From Emmabella's Birthday Alphabet