Black ink daisy with a leafy stem leading to a circular spiral motif on a forearm, photographed against blue fabric with sunflower print.

Daisy and spiral motif on a forearm

Blackwork · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A small daisy with a leafy stem extends from the wrist towards a larger circular design filled with rounded, interlocking black segments and a central dot. The linework is bold and solid, with the circle built from dense black fills and the daisy drawn in thinner outlines. The tattoo is black ink only, shown on a hand and forearm against a blue fabric printed with yellow sunflowers.

Blackwork Botanical Forearm Daisy Flower Spiral Circle Stem Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The seed-stone would not come up the first time, and Mother Oriel said that was because it had not been asked properly. So Teasel went down the stair under the orchard with a bowl of warm milk and a rope knotted every hand's width, and at the bottom she found the round door of the old keep standing open, its rings of black iron turning inward like the coils of a sleeping snake.

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She walked the rings as her grandmother had taught her, keeping one hand on the wall, never stepping where the floor had worn pale. Every turn had a niche, and in every niche a daisy had been cut into the stone, petals spreading out towards the centre where a small dark hole waited. Teasel poured a spoon of milk into each one. By the ninth turn her shadow had grown long and wide behind her, and the walls had begun to hum.

At the heart she found the seed-stone sitting in a bed of dry roots, no bigger than a hen's egg, and beside it a stem of green iron with two leaves unfurled. She knelt, told it the orchard was still standing and the rain had come back, and asked whether it would go up with her. The stone did not answer. It did not need to. The roots loosened like a hand opening.

She climbed out with the stone in her fist and the rope burning her palm, and when Mother Oriel asked what the keep had wanted, Teasel said only, "Milk, and a little manners," and planted the stone under the apple tree where the first frost had not reached. Nothing grew that spring. The next, a single yellow flower stood up beside the stone with its face turned to the sun, and it has been turned that way ever since.