For National Poetry day

[sally_maria]

I was fascinated by the BBC 2 trailer earlier in the year with words I found familiar but couldn't quite place.

Much have I travelled in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen,
But still I long to learn tales, marvellous tales,
Of ships and stars and isles where good men rest,
How others fought to forge my world.
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What wild ecstasy?
How far the unknown transcends the what we know.
We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Step forward,
To feel the blood run through the veins and tingle
Where busy thought and blind sensation mingle.
Come, my friends, ‘tis not too late,
For we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems;
To strive, to seek, to find and not to yield.

I was intrigued to find that it was what is called a cento - a poem made using lines from other poems - devised by Alison Chisholm. (There's a lot more information about it here.)

Sometimes a whole is a lot more than the sum of its parts.