Black fine line tattoo of a bird and a rose on the forearm of a person lying on white bedsheets, with the arm raised.

Enlarged with AI from a smaller original

Bird and rose on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A person lies on white bedding with one arm raised, showing a small black line tattoo on the forearm near the elbow. The tattoo depicts a bird beside a rose or flower cluster, drawn in thin, unshaded outlines. The image is in soft natural light and the composition is top-down, with the tattoo as the clear focal point against the pale sheets.

Find an artist for this

Take it to an artist as a reference. A good artist will make it yours rather than copy someone else's tattoo.

A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The wren had found its way into the sorting room again by the time you unlocked the shutters, and it sat on the brass rail of the telegraph counter as though it had been sent for. Mr Pell wanted it out before the first van came. You flapped the county paper at it and it only hopped to the scales and looked at you with one black eye.

Keep reading

By ten the bell over the door had rung twice, and the wren was still there. The telegram came in a little after eleven, from Plymouth, addressed to Mrs Ada Crane at the Lamb and Flag. Nobody in Hallow Cross had received a wire in a month. The message was three words long: RETURNING WITH ROSES. No name at the foot. You had been filling in the reply slip when the bird dropped from the rail onto the form and pecked, very precisely, at the full stop.

You did not send it on that day. Mrs Crane came in at half past four, walking slowly with her stick, and you handed her the envelope. She read it twice, then laughed in a way that rose at the end, and said her son had always been fond of a joke. She asked whether the bird was hers too. You said it had come in with the morning, and she nodded as if that settled something.

When you walked home along the river the wren kept pace with you from hedge to hedge, and at the stile by the mill it went up over the water with something pale held in its beak. A rose petal, you thought, though it was far too early in the year for roses. By the time you looked again the bird had gone over the churchyard wall, and there was nothing left to see but the hawthorn coming into flower.

More like this

From the plentytattoo archive, uploaded by a user. Is this your work? Ask for credit or removal.