Traditional style tattoo of a yellow crescent moon framing a dark mountain landscape under stars, with black leaves and red berries, on the shoulder and upper arm.

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Crescent moon landscape on a shoulder

Traditional · Shoulder · Mixed · Photo

A crescent moon filled with yellow ochre wraps around a scene of dark mountains, a river and a grey night sky with small stars. Black leaves with red berries and small flowers sit on either side of the moon, and a bold black outline defines the shapes. Solid black, grey shading and yellow fill give it a bold, mixed-colour look, with a partial tattoo visible at the lower edge of the frame.

Traditional Shoulder Upper arm Crescent moon Moon Mountain Night sky Star Leaves Flower Berry River Landscape

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

By the time the band has unplugged the amps, the ballroom smells of spilt cider and wet wool, and you are still at the cloakroom hatch counting tickets against the stub book. Marta leans on the sill and says the river will be up by morning if this rain keeps on, and you tell her the moon looks clear over the ridge, which is the only forecast you trust.

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Through the tall window the hills stand black against a grey sky pricked with stars. You have always thought the glen looked better from indoors, the way the river runs silver in the gap between the peaks and the moon hangs over it like a bow someone forgot to string. Tonight it is almost too clear. The dancers used to come up the steps in twos, and the old boys swore that if you waited until the last waltz, the water would show you the way home.

Iain Ross has been trying to get you down to the pier since spring. He keeps a boat under a tarpaulin and a tin of red paint for the hull, and he has never once asked why you stopped dancing. You fold the cloakroom float into a paper bag, tuck it under your arm, and cross the empty floor, where your shoes still stick to the boards.

At the door you pull on your coat and look back. The lamps are going out one by one, and only the window still glows, a ring of gold with the dark glen held inside it. You wait until the last light is gone, then turn the key.