Black and grey Celtic cross with knotwork detail on the inner forearm of a person wearing a red top and plaid shorts.

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Celtic cross on a forearm

Blackwork · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A solid black Celtic cross with a ringed head and interlaced knotwork sits on the inner forearm, shown from the wrist upwards. The cross has bold black fill with fine grey lines and shading that pick out the knot patterns. The background is a tiled floor, and the person's face is not visible.

Blackwork Forearm Cross Knotwork

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Brother Fergal had cut the same ring for eleven winters, and still the chisel skated at the crossing of the arms. Tomas, the boy they had sent up from the boats, said the stone was tired of being shaped. Fergal told him stone had no opinions, only grain, and that a mason listened to the grain or went home to his nets. The cross lay on the bench, grey whinstone rough as a basking shark's back, its knot running through the ring in one unbroken loop, over and under, so that a fingertip laid on it could never find where it began.

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"Where does it end?" Tomas asked, tracing a groove that had taken three days.

"It doesn't. Ropes end. Roads end. This doesn't, and so neither does what it's cut to remember." Fergal worked the chisel with the heel of his hand, slow as a tide. "Mind your thumb. The stone takes a finger for its trouble."

The autumn gales came early that year and took two boats off the skerry. Fergal coughed through the nights in the shed, and the carving stayed unfinished on the bench. When the old man could no longer lift the mallet, Tomas sat with the cross across his knees and cut the last section himself, the loop closing over the final crossing so cleanly that the chisel made almost no sound. In spring they raised it above the boat shed on a rope and a borrowed ladder. The first rain came sideways off the water and ran into every groove, so the knot filled and held its dark long after the stone around it had dried pale in the wind.