Black and grey snake tattoo with a sunburst behind its head, wrapping across the inner forearm in a traditional blackwork style.

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Black snake and sunburst on a forearm

Traditional · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A black snake coils diagonally down the forearm, with its head raised at the top beside a radiating sunburst. The body combines solid black fill, white highlight lines along the belly and stippled dotted shading on the scales. The tattoo is shown in black and grey against pale skin, with a plain dark floor in the background.

Traditional Blackwork Forearm Snake Sunburst Sun rays Coil

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

You are late with the lamp again, and the old woman at the granary door has already begun counting the sacks out loud in the dark. Her voice is the only thing in the storehouse that hurries. Take the clay lamp from the hook and go down between the barley bins, where the air smells of dust and wet reeds, and do not look at the floor. The dry ledge under the north wall has belonged to the black snake since before your mother was born, and everyone agrees it is the granary's true keeper.

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Tonight the lamp shows you the snake already out, its body folded into a loose spiral on the warm flags where the morning first reaches. It lifts its head as you come, slow as a question, and you stop with the lamp held out like a shield. Nobody has ever told you what it wants. Your father said it only wanted to be left in peace. The old woman said it wanted bread. You stand there until the light on the eastern lattice turns from grey to the colour of new copper, and the rays fall across the floor in bars.

Then the snake does something you have never seen. It climbs the slope of its own coil, lifts higher than the lintel, and turns its face toward the shafts of sun coming through the lattice, as though it were reading them. Each ray lands on it in turn. You understand, dimly, that the snake has been waiting all this time for the day to stand up straight. You set the lamp down on the step, bow your head the way the priests taught you, and wait for the light to pass.

When you look up again the ledge is empty, but a long papery skin lies coiled on the flags, perfectly whole, with the little dots of its scales still showing. The old woman calls from the doorway, asking where the lamp is. You pick up the skin, carry it to the door, and say nothing, and she does not ask again.