More like a prison

Very occasionally I take a photo that reminds me of a poem.

Some flats have been built on the site of the old Kinhgston prison in Portsmouth. They look more like a prison than the prison did.

Ferdinand in Act 1, Scene 2 of The Tempest says,

Might I but through my prison once a day
Behold this maid. All corners else o’ th’ Earth
Let liberty make use of. Space enough
Have I in such a prison.

I used those lines as the epigraph for a poem 45 years ago and it has survived as the first poem in the Selected Poems.