Blue peony tattoo on a shoulder
Botanical · Shoulder · Colour · Photo
A woman in a white bralette top and matching trousers is shown from the side, with a cluster of blue peony blooms and green leaves on her upper arm and shoulder. The flowers have soft, graduated shading and fine detail in the petals and centres, set against a plain grey backdrop. The tattoo edges look unusually flat and sharp against the skin, so it may be a digitally added design rather than a real tattoo.
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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction
Nobody in Hollin's Edge grew blue flowers, because the soil under the beech wood was too sour for anything but foxgloves and bad temper. So when a brown paper parcel appeared on my step one March morning, addressed to me in a hand I did not know, I assumed the postman had got the house wrong. I carried it indoors anyway, because the wind had found the hallway and I could not bear to leave the door open for the sake of a mistake.
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Inside was a twist of waxed cloth holding a dozen black seeds as hard as peppercorns, and a card with four lines: Plant these where the wood leans on the wall. Do not water them from the butt. Be patient, they take their time. Do not move them once they have set. I did not need the card to tell me the wall. There is only one place in the village where the beeches press against old stone, and everyone avoids it because the brambles there have teeth.
It took three summers. Mr Pryce from the shop swore I was growing something I had no business growing, and the Haskell children came every Saturday to press their noses against the railings. In the fourth spring a single bud split open at dawn, and by noon there were blooms the size of a child's head, heavy and papery, shading from the palest sky to something almost like deep water at the centre. The children stopped shouting. Mr Pryce took off his cap.
The next March another parcel came, the same cloth, the same hand. I sat with it on the kitchen table for a long while before I understood it was not for me to keep. I wrote out the card myself, copied every word, and left the seeds on the stone wall where the wood leans, under a flat grey stone so the birds would not take them.
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