Black and grey dreamcatcher tattoo with hanging feathers on the side of the hip and upper thigh.

Dreamcatcher and feathers on a hip

Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

A dreamcatcher with a circular hoop, a radiating web and three feathers hanging from the base is tattooed on the side of the hip and upper thigh. The linework is dark and fairly even, with light grey shading in the web and feathers. The photograph is taken indoors at an angle, with the tattoo centred on the lower body and the person's face not visible.

Thigh Dreamcatcher Feather Web Hoop

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rain had been coming through the gap in the roof since seven, so by ten the ground under my trestle was a grey lake and the pigeons had given up on the bread. I was threading a hoop when Dev, Mrs Okafor's grandson, came running down the aisle with a carrier bag that dripped on my boots. Inside was a dreamcatcher, the wire ring gone rusty at one join, the web sagging like a wet net. "Nan's," he said. "She says you'll know what to do with it."

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I knew the knots before I'd untied the first one. Eight spokes out from the centre, then the spiral worked inwards with a thread that had once been white. Three feathers hung from the base, a grey one, a barred one and a dark one, all tied with the same frayed sinew. I sat him on the upturned crate by the kettle and worked while the tarpaulins drummed overhead. He asked whether it caught bad dreams. I said it caught nothing. You hung a thing like that where you'd see it every morning, and that was the whole trick.

By noon I had rewoven the web with fresh thread, left the middle open the width of a thumb, and bound the ring so the join would hold. The feathers I brushed out with a fingertip until they lay flat again. Dev held it up to the light and asked why I'd left a hole in the centre. I told him the old ones always had one. Somebody has to be able to see through.

We hung it from the awning hook at the front of the stall. The rain came off the canvas in ropes, and where it ran through the open centre of the web the drops hung for a moment, bright and separate, before they dropped onto the wet stones below.