Digital drawing of two interlaced dragon heads above a Celtic triquetra knot, in purple and teal marbled ink on a tan background, shown as a tattoo design rather than on skin.

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Celtic dragons and triquetra knot design

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The drawing shows two serpentine dragon-like creatures with curled heads rising from a large triquetra, a three-looped Celtic knot, at the base. The linework is smooth and continuous with spiral and scroll details along the bodies and a small spiral motif between the heads. The figures and knot are filled with purple, teal and green marbled tones on a warm tan background, centred in a tall portrait composition.

Dragon Serpent Triquetra Celtic knot Spiral Swirl Knotwork

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The cider had gone warm on the trestle by the time Aunt Morwen started on the dragons, and nobody thought to stop her. She had told the tale at every wedding in Penhallow since my mother was a girl, always with the same pause before the ending, as if she were waiting for the hall to lean in.

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Two serpents lived in the well under the old chapel, she said, and they quarrelled so bitterly that the water turned to vinegar. A tinker came up the lane with a coil of wire and three loops of iron, and he bound their necks in a knot that could not be undone. The dragons could no longer coil apart, could not sleep, could not stop watching each other across the little spiral of the well's eye. "That is a marriage," Morwen said, tapping her spoon against the glass, "and it is the only kind worth the trouble."

Nell laughed and kissed the knuckles of her new husband, who pretended to be embarrassed. I was looking at the embroidered runner on the table, where someone had stitched the same three-looped knot in purple wool, its edges fraying at one corner. Across the room a child was drawing spirals on the steamed window with one finger, and the glass kept clouding back over them.

When the fiddle started, Morwen came and sat beside me. She said the trick of the knot was that you could never find the place where one dragon stopped and the other began, and that the tinker had been a kinder man than people gave him credit for. Then she pressed a cold coin into my palm, nodded towards the bride, and went back to her chair before I could ask what she meant.