Bold black tribal tattoo with flame-like spikes running vertically down a forearm.

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Black tribal design on a forearm

Blackwork · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A solid black tribal design with sharp, tapering spikes runs vertically along the forearm. The linework is thick and uniform, with the ink fully saturated and no shading. The design sits centrally against plain, lightly lit skin and a pale background.

Blackwork Forearm Tribal Abstract Spike

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The circus came to Harrowgate Moor the autumn the big top finally gave up its last patch. Mrs Ottilie Vane, who had owned the company for forty years, sat on an upturned crate by the ring and counted the takings into a tobacco tin. It came to eleven shillings and a button.

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Her son Lorcan, who could hold a horse's bridle and not much else, asked where the lion had gone. She told him it had been sold to a man in Doncaster who wanted it for a shop window. The clowns had walked home. The wire had rusted through. Only the tent was left, stitched in six colours, and the black centre pole, carved all the way up with thorns, the way her grandfather had cut them so the rain would run off the rope.

On the last night a stranger in a grey coat paid in silver, stood at the back, and said the pole would fetch more than the tent if she sold it to him. Ottilie laughed until she coughed. Then she told him what her grandmother had told her: that the thorns were the spines of the fish that had carried the first circus across the sea, and that each spine held a little luck, and a tent that lost them all would fall by morning.

He left without the pole. In the morning the canvas was still standing, and Lorcan swore the thorns looked sharper than they had the night before. Ottilie rolled the tobacco tin into her sleeve, went out to the horses, and found the grey coat's silver lying in the straw, every coin bent in half.