Small black Celtic knot tattoo on the back of a woman's neck, with her dark hair pulled up and a black strap visible on her shoulder.

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Celtic knot on the back of the neck

Neck · Black and grey · Photo

A small, outlined Celtic knot sits at the nape of the neck, formed of interlaced loops within a four-pointed, star-like outline. The linework is dark and even, with the interior filled in a soft grey-black shade that gives the design some depth. The image is a back-of-neck view against a plain light background, with the subject's hair pulled up and the tattoo placed centrally.

Neck Celtic knot Knot Neck Woman

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Nan,

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I'm writing this on the back of a programme from the Saturday dance at Carrick Hall, because the landlady has finally let me have the good pen and I want to get it down before I lose my nerve. You'll never guess who came in with Michael's cousins. Teddy Foley, back from Liverpool with a wife called Bernadette who wears her hair in a French roll and laughs like a kettle coming to the boil.

Dancing with Teddy was the same as it always was. He still counts under his breath in the reels and still takes the turns too wide, so that I end up knocking into the Brennan girls. But halfway through the Siege of Ennis he put his hand on my back and said, "You're still the best knot-tier in the parish, Maeve," and I laughed so hard I missed the step. He meant the bunting. Last spring I strung the whole hall with cord, looping it over and under the way Mam taught us, and the committee still tells the story of how it held when the fiddler came down off the stage.

Don't tell Da I've been out past eleven. He thinks the hall is for widows and the odd bachelor with a bad hip, and I'd rather he thought that than knew what I'm really after, which is only to see the floor fill up with people who have nothing to prove.

Bernadette asked me to make her a knot like the one Mam stitched on the good tablecloth, four points and a heart of loops that never find their way out. I said I'd think about it. I'm thinking now, Nan, with the window open and the band still playing down the road. Come home at Easter and I'll show you how it's done.

Love, Maeve