Black ink drawing on cream paper of a crescent moon filled with dotwork mandala patterns, with hanging drop details beneath, shown as a tattoo design.

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Crescent moon mandala design on paper

Dotwork · Black and grey · Flash

A black ink drawing of a crescent moon, its curved edge filled with fine radial patterns and dots. A round mandala with a dotted centre and petal-like rings sits inside the crescent, and strings of dangling drops hang from its lower edge. The linework and stippled shading are in black on plain cream paper, photographed from above.

Dotwork Geometric Moon Crescent moon Mandala Flower Drop

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit closer, the fire is only good for the ones at the front. Brother Oswin was never a man for words. He was a man for ink. Every night after compline he carried a horn of soot-black ink and a worn quill to the scriptorium, and he drew the moon on whatever paper the abbey had left over.

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Prior Ceolwulf found the sheets stacked in the cold cupboard by the bread ovens. Each one showed the same thing: a crescent lying on its back like a boat that had given up on the sea, its inner curve packed with rings of petals and tiny stars made of dots. Inside the crescent sat a flower made of flowers, and beneath the crescent hung strings of drops, one below another, falling out of the sky and never quite reaching the ground.

"Wasteful," said the prior, holding one to the candle. "The moon has never once asked to be drawn."

Oswin only said that the moon had never been finished, and that he had been counting the drops. Each drop, he said, was a wet night on the fen when the reeds bent and the bells still rang true. The prior laughed and told him to get some sleep. But in the morning the cupboard was empty, and a fresh sheet lay on the desk with the crescent complete, every drop in place, except the last one at the tip of the lowest string, which was left bare. Ceolwulf stood a long while over it, then picked up the quill, dipped it, and began to paint his own name.