The photograph for this week’s prompt was taken from inside one of the cells at Buckingham Gaol, now a museum. The tiny castle-like building dominates the centre of the town and has a very strange atmosphere. The cell doors were not locked, but could be opene at will, yet the temptation was to close the door and see the world through that tiny slit. I could not help thinking that the cells were a perfect analogy for those who feel they are shut away from like, inside looking out….and for those who remain shut in when the door to life is open.
Glimpsed
Incarcerated
Souls grieve behind open doors
Yearning for freedom
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My thanks to this weeks contributors:
Ritu Bhathal at But I Smile Anyway
Kim at Writing in North Norfolk
Jan from Strange Goings On in the Shed
Helen Jones at Journey to Ambeth
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
An excellent poem and take on the photo Sue. I like the illusion that somehow we are all prisoners.
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I think we are all subject to that illusion, Davy, even though we can’t see it. We build our own barriers and see them as insurmountable walls.
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Some people make their own prisons.
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Most of us do, one way or another,
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And we spend our lives looking for the key.
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Oh yes.
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Yes, she’s right, “Some People make their own Prisons”. When there is an open door in the front, they are busy looking at the closed window behind them.
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Doesn’t that apply to most people though?
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Yes, we Fools do it.
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