Black anchor tattoo wrapped in pink and purple roses, pink blossoms and green leaves on the inside of a wrist, in a botanical style.

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Anchor wrapped in roses on a wrist

Botanical · Other · Mixed · Photo

A black anchor runs vertically across the inside of a wrist, with pink and purple roses, pink blossoms and green leaves wound around the shank and along the arms. The anchor is solid black with a smooth finish, while the flowers have soft shading and bright colour. The design sits centrally on the wrist against a plain light background, and the glossy finish suggests it may be a temporary tattoo.

Botanical Other Anchor Rose Flower Blossom Leaves Wrist

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Oshra hauled the iron anchor up from the harbour mud at Kell, and the briar came up with it. Rose briar, she thought, though nothing grew on that bare spit of rock but gorse and salt grass. The stems had wound the shank three times over and bloomed pink and violet where they had been held under the water, as if the sea had been keeping them for her.

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Her father had lost that anchor the winter the shipwright's son drowned. Nobody in Kell spoke of it. The old men said a sunken thing that holds too hard will drag a boat under, so you cut the line and let the iron go. Oshra had never liked that saying. She carried the anchor up the steps to the cottage and set it in the yard, and the next morning there were leaves unfurling along its arms, green as wet glass.

She did not know what to do with a thing that grew. She told the neighbours it was a gift from the tide. The fishermen came to look, and they took off their caps, and Teo, who had been the drowned boy's friend, knelt and pressed a pink blossom against the flukes. Then they hung the anchor above the door of the harbour hall, flowers and all, and every boat that went out from Kell that spring came home.

When the autumn gales came, Oshra walked down to the water with her coil of rope and found the sea grey and quiet. She tied the anchor's ring to the bow, and the roses were already open on it. The children of Kell still tie their first knots with a sprig of briar in the loop, and nobody has ever asked the iron to let go.