Two pencil-and-ink tattoo designs on pale paper, one showing a small bird with a crescent moon and leaves, the other a bird among large flowers, in a botanical neo-traditional style.

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Birds and flowers tattoo designs on paper

Botanical · Mixed · Flash

The image shows two tattoo designs drawn on pale paper. The left design has a small bird with a dark head and wing, a red-tinted chest, a jewelled ornament and trailing leaves beside a thin crescent moon. The right design shows a bird with its wing among large open flowers and leaves, with a short string of beads hanging below. The linework is fine and dark with soft red and pink shading, and the designs are arranged loosely across the sheet.

Botanical Neo-trad Bird Flower Crescent moon Leaves Bead Swallow

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nell had counted eleven swallows in the rigging of the big top before the first wet morning of October, and she told nobody, because Mr Varley would only have sold the poles to pay for diesel. Now the canvas hung grey over the field at Haverly Moss, and the crowds were a handful of farm children and a man with a lurcher.

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Dora, who had once swung from the high bar in a sequinned bodice, kept a tin of old stones in her coat pocket. She pressed a dark garnet set in a brass cup into Nell's palm and said it had belonged to a woman who used to read the moon from the roof of the wagons. "Wear it when the birds go," she said. "They always leave before the moon does."

On the last night the band played for nobody and the lamps guttered in their glass. Nell climbed the rope ladder to the rigging with the stone clenched in her fist. The swallows were already restless, sliding in and out of the seams of the roof, and a thin crescent hung over the flat fields like a paring of fingernail. She pinned the garnet to her collar and watched the birds turn once, then twice, and pour out through the tear where the canvas had split.

By dawn the wagons were loaded and the pavilion lay folded on the wet grass. Nell found a feather caught in the hem of her coat. She did not look up to see whether the birds had gone east or south. She only knew the moon had stayed behind, pale over the hedges, waiting for someone else to notice it.