Black and grey dreamcatcher tattoo with a geometric centre and leaves beside it, on a forearm.

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Dreamcatcher and leaves on a forearm

Geometric · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A black ink dreamcatcher sits on the forearm, with a circular outline enclosing a radiating geometric flower pattern. Two leaves with fine shading extend from the right side of the circle, and a faint dark smudge sits near the lower left of the design. The photograph is black and white, with the arm lit softly against a dark background.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mirrel had been told the web was for catching bad dreams, and for the first three winters of her apprenticeship she believed it. Her aunt Orla strung sinew across a willow hoop and sang the knots tight while frost crept under the shutters of the fen cottage. Nobody in the Kingdom of Thessaly Fen asked what happened to the dreams once they were caught. They simply hung the rings above the cradles and slept.

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The trouble began with the flower at the centre. Orla would not let Mirrel weave it. "That is the lantern pattern," she said, "and lanterns are for the drowned." So Mirrel waited until the old woman's cough kept her abed, then took a bone needle and a spool of grey thread down to the lake and began the petals herself, eight arcs crossing at the heart, each line running out to the rim like a road leaving town.

When the flower was finished, the lake went still, and the dreams that came to the cradles that night were not bad ones at all. They were faces of people who had left the fen long ago, walking the shore with their hands full of leaves. In the morning, two green shoots had pushed through the willow, one on each side, as if the ring had decided to grow branches of its own.

Orla came down to the water on her crutch, studied the work for a long while, and said nothing. Then she took a second spool from her apron and wove the leaves in, shading each vein with a patient hand. By midsummer the whole fen was hanging rings with flowers at their hearts, and nobody could say for certain which dreams had been caught and which had been let go.

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