Solid black cross tattoo on the inner forearm, with the text PSALMS 119:30 written in thin lettering alongside the upright.

Cross with Psalms 119:30 on a forearm

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A bold, solid black cross runs diagonally up the forearm, with a thin handwritten-style line of text reading PSALMS 119:30 set beside the upright. The cross is filled in with dense black ink and has softly textured edges, while the lettering is fine and uniform. The image is shown in black and grey against pale skin, with the tattoo filling most of the frame.

Lettering Forearm Cross Text Psalm Scripture Bible verse

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The ink had thickened overnight in its horn pot, so Brother Aldous warmed it over the brazier before he dared lift the pen. Frost furred the scriptorium's narrow window. Outside, the bell for lauds rang twice and stopped, as if the tower had forgotten the rest of the hour.

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He was meant to be finishing the psalter for the new church at Hexham, not counting tithe sheaves. But Brother Hew had left the accounts open on the desk that morning, and one column had a seven where a one should be, a small fat loop of ink that someone had taken care to make look old. Aldous had seen it. He said nothing, went on copying, and the nothing sat in his stomach like cold porridge.

When he reached the hundred and nineteenth psalm he stopped at the thirtieth verse. I have chosen the way of truth: thy judgments have I laid before me. He read it three times. Then he drew a cross in the margin, long and upright, filling it with black ink until the strokes were dense and soft at the edges, and beside it, in a hand as plain as a ruled line, he wrote the reference so that any brother turning the leaves would find it.

Hew came in at prime, rubbing his hands, and asked after the psalter. Aldous showed him the page. "Pretty," Hew said, and reached to turn it, but Aldous kept his palm flat on the vellum until the abbot's steps sounded on the stair. The ink dried black by the time the abbot arrived, and the seven stayed where it was, waiting for someone to look.