Black and grey blackwork tattoo of utility poles, wires and root-like lines across an elbow and forearm.

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Abstract poles and wires on an elbow and forearm

Blackwork · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows thin black linework of tall poles, sagging wires and small solid black blocks running across the forearm and over the elbow. Below the elbow, dense vertical strokes fade into soft grey shading and branch into root-like lines down the forearm. The arm is photographed diagonally against a dark, textured background.

Blackwork Forearm Wire Root

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The men came up the moor road in spring with a cart of ash poles and a surveyor who kept his boots on indoors. Nobody in Hollin Fold had seen a wire before, though everyone had an opinion. Old Tam Gurney said they would pull the sky down by the hair. His wife said it was only a way to keep the lamps lit past ten at the dance hall, and she meant to be there when they were.

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They dug each hole by hand because the machine would not go into the bog. The poles marched from the mill to the dance hall in a line that bent where the ground bent, and the wire between them sagged like wet washing. Each evening the men sat on the cart tail and smoked, watching the grey dusk settle along the top wire. Where the ash had been cut low, green shoots came up at the foot of every pole, and the surveyor said that was no concern of his.

The first Saturday the current came on, the hall lights flared and the fiddle sounded so high it rattled the glass. Nell Corder danced until her shoes split. Walking home afterwards with her hand on the fence rail, she felt the hum in her palm the whole length of the lane, as if the wire had been tuned to her step. Through that autumn the poles kept their tune and the village kept its dancing, and nobody thought to ask where the wire ran when it went under the ground.

In January the frost came hard, and one night the hum stopped. The hall lights stayed dark. In the morning the men went out with spades and found the roots of every pole had gone down through the peat, black and branching, and the wire had sunk into them like a stream into sand. Nell stood at the foot of the last pole in her split shoes and stamped once, and far down under the bog the old tune answered her.