This week’s theme was suggested by Ivor and was inspired by the song by Dolly Parton, Linda Ronstadt and Emmylou Harris from their album, Trio.
Written by Parton, she sings of being restless and feeling confined, using the metaphor of wild flowers which can thrive anywhere, so she has no reason to be afraid of branching out and exploring.
It is a classic Dolly Parton song, telling a story with an autobiographical flavour, with a straightforward metaphor, in language that in less deft hands might feel corny. Dolly, with her trademark sincerity, simplicity and deceptive skill makes it a delight.
I won’t put up the lyrics due to copyright but you can read them here: https://www.metrolyrics.com/wildflowers-lyrics-dolly-parton.html
Better yet, listen to the Trio perform it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nC1HI84Enwk
Prompt: As usual there is scope for both literal and metaphorical flowerings this week. Like Dolly you could write about feeling restless and confined as so many islanders (and others) do, especially as teenagers and young adults. So you could write about that feeling, or the experience of spreading your wings and going out to explore the world.
Then there is the literal – wildflowers are all around us. Only a few are in flower now but the gorse is beginning to bloom and looks like it is getting ready for a spectacular display in a few weeks, and from now on there will be more and more until the truly matchless spectacle of the machair in full bloom. Last year the verges round town, left uncut because of lockdown produced more wild flowers than I have ever seen there before.
But I think that sometimes the most beautiful wild flowers are not the great spectacles but the tiny flowers growing in a crack in the wall or pavement – the wildflowers that don’t care where they grow.