Black and grey dotwork geometric tattoo of five circles with triangle symbols and petal shapes on the inner forearm.

Dotwork geometric mandala on forearm

Dotwork · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows a symmetrical mandala-style design made of five stacked circles, each containing a black outlined triangle motif. Surrounding them are layered petal shapes and a faceted diamond outline, with the stippled dotwork shading creating soft gradients in the background areas. The design is shown in black ink and greys on the inside of a forearm, with the composition running vertically down the arm.

Dotwork Geometric Forearm Triangle Circle Mandala Petal Diamond Geometric pattern Symbol

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The fifth buoy would not take its code, so I went down the ladder with the spanner between my teeth and Ysolde's torch clipped to my collar. Station Harrow had been strung along the Kell Reach for two hundred years, five grey discs bolted to the spine of the old drift, each one stamped with the same sharp triangle the founders had cut into their mess-hall doors. Point up meant the lane was clear. Point down meant somebody was still out there and wanted to be found.

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Ysolde had her hand on the relay when I climbed back up, her knuckles pale in the green glow of the petal-lights that opened and closed around the hub at the start of every watch. 'Four are talking,' she said. 'The fifth is only humming.' I told her the salt had got into the contact ring and that I could clean it by morning. She didn't look at me. She looked at the faceted diamond on the chart table, the frame the founders had drawn around the whole array so it could be read from the bridge like a window.

We cleaned it together with a rag and a thumbnail of solvent. When the fifth disc lit, its triangle pointing up, the whole ring of buoys answered in order, one after another down the reach, like people clapping in a hall where nobody had been sure of the words. Ysolde logged it in the old hand, dot by dot in the margin, the way the founders taught us.

Somewhere past the ninth marker a ship I had never met would read that the lane was open and turn toward us. I wrote the time down, and under it, as the rule required, the name of whoever had kept the light burning. I wrote mine. Then I slept for the first time in two days, sure that the triangles would hold.