Black and grey botanical tattoo of tall flower stems, foliage and a butterfly running down a bare back, in a Botanical style on the Back.

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Botanical back piece with butterfly

Botanical · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A tall botanical design of flower stems with round seed heads and leafy foliage runs down the side of the back, with a butterfly drifting near the top. A smaller grey motif sits higher on the upper back near the shoulder. The work is rendered in black ink and grey tones, with the leaves and stems shaded for depth against the skin.

Botanical Back Flower Seed head Stem Leaves Foliage Butterfly Sprig

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Hold the lamp closer, child, the seed heads won't give up their secrets in the dark. Yes, that one, the round grey crown like a dandelion clock gone to frost. My grandmother's grandmother carried these across the dry sea in a tin with a broken hinge, and she never once opened it where the crew could see.

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The captain wanted the tin over the side to lighten the hold. Mara Ocampo, who kept the hydroponic rows on the Lantern, sat down on the deck with it in her lap and said she would go over with it first. Nobody argued after that. They ran the last forty days on ration bread and tea made from the ship's own mint, and every night Mara lifted the lid just enough to check the sprigs were still breathing in their wet paper.

When they came down on the red shelf of Tessaly, the wind was blowing hard off the ridge, and the first thing Mara did was empty the tin into the dust. Nothing on that world had wings yet. Then a pale shape lifted out of the folded paper where it had lain pressed flat for the whole crossing, a butterfly no bigger than a thumbnail, and the wind took it up over the ridge before anyone could catch it.

That is why, when you walk the high terraces at dusk, you will find every stem leaning one way, towards the ridge where the wings went. Lean with them, child. The seed heads are still counting the days.