Black ink ornamental mandala tattoo across the chest and ribs of a woman wearing a black bralette and denim shorts, shown from the chin down.

Black ornamental mandala under the bust

Geometric · Chest · Black and grey · Photo

A woman in a black bralette and denim shorts shows a large black ink tattoo spanning the lower chest and upper ribs. The design is a symmetrical ornamental mandala with scalloped arches, triangular fringe, a central leaf-like motif and a teardrop pendant hanging below. The lines are bold and solid with fine detail, and the image has warm skin tones and soft indoor light.

Geometric Blackwork Chest Mandala Ornament Teardrop Geometric pattern Pendant

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Brannoc had been hammering the same collar for eleven days, and the princess had not once asked to see it. She sent a page each morning with a question instead: whether the river had risen, whether the lamps in the east tower were lit. Brannoc answered truthfully and went back to the bench, where a sheet of beaten silver lay curled under the lamp like a sleeping cat.

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The commission had been simple on paper. A collar to lie beneath the bodice of the Queen-Mother's ceremonial gown, with scalloped arches to echo the roof of the water-gate, triangles hanging like a row of teeth, and at the centre a single drop of pale stone to mark the heart of the realm. Brannoc had cut every arch by hand. She had stamped the leaf at the middle so many times that her wrist ached in the damp months.

On the twelfth night the stone cracked along its grain. Brannoc sat with it in her palm and thought of the sluice-keeper's daughter, who had once told her that every crack was only the stone deciding where it wanted to go. So she did not mend it. She cut a fine silver channel around the fracture and set a second, smaller drop beside the first, its tip pointing down toward it, so the two seemed to be falling together.

At dawn the page came again. Brannoc wrapped the collar in linen and carried it up the water-steps herself. The Queen-Mother lifted the cloth, turned the pendant to the light, and was silent for so long that the bell in the gatehouse rang the hour. Then she laughed, a short surprised sound, and said the realm had never once been whole, and she was glad someone had finally admitted it.