Neo-traditional colour tattoo of a fawn's head with pink blossoms, a daisy and red berries on an upper arm.

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Deer with blossom on an upper arm

Neo-trad · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

A fawn's head with a soft brown face and large dark eye is framed by pink blossom branches and a pale antler-like shape against a dark background. A white daisy, green leaves and clusters of red berries fill the lower part of the design. Bold outlines and smooth colour blends sit over black shading, giving the piece a rich, graphic finish.

Neo-trad Botanical Upper arm Deer Fawn Blossom Flower Daisy Berry Leaves Antler

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The fawn came down to the pit gate the spring the last shift was cancelled, and nobody in Haddon Bank could say who had sent for her. Old Mrs Pryce, who kept the chapel key and the lamp oil, found her standing among the washing lines with a daisy caught in her teeth, as if she had walked out of the hillside with it. Blossom had come early that year, pink and hanging off the hawthorn above the spoil heaps where nothing else grew.

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The men did not want to take the animal for a sign, though they talked about little else in the Miners' Welfare. Dai Lewis said she was only hungry and went to fetch bread. Ffion Rees, who had buried a brother under the Number Three roof fall, said nothing at all and carried a bucket of clean water to the gate every morning. The fawn drank, shook her ears, and looked back up the valley where the old drift mouth had been sealed with timber and tar.

In the third week a boy went up the slope after her with a catapult and came down again with his shirt torn and his hands full of red berries. He said she had led him to the bottom of a slope of loose shale and stood over a crack in the ground that breathed cold air. They dug there in daylight, carefully, with shovels and no powder, and by Sunday they had found the old air shaft and a lantern that was still lit.

No one ever explained it. Ffion kept the daisy, pressed flat between the pages of the chapel hymnal, and the fawn was seen on the hill for years after, always just where the blossom was thickest.