Back view of a woman with purple hair in a braided crown, showing a black dreamcatcher tattoo with hanging feathers on her upper back.

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Dreamcatcher tattoo on a shoulder blade

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The photograph shows a woman seen from behind, with long wavy purple hair in a braided half-crown. On her upper back, below the shoulder, is a black dreamcatcher tattoo with a circular web, a central hoop and two feathers hanging from its base. The ink appears to be solid black with fine detail in the web, set against bare skin and a blurred wooden background.

Back Dreamcatcher Feather Web Hair Braid

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down by the fire and stop fidgeting, because this is the story of Morag Tulloch's hoop, and my grandmother swore on her teeth that every word of it was true. The island was Eilean Dubh, which you won't find on the modern charts, and the boats went out from the north shore every morning the tide allowed.

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Morag mended nets for the whole township. She had a willow hoop she'd bent herself, and she laced it with waxed twine the way you'd lace a boot, round and round until the middle was a web so fine a gull couldn't get through it. Her husband Ewan went out in the blow of March and never came back to the harbour. Morag hung the hoop above her door and sat beneath it every night, and the women said she was catching the wind before it could catch her.

Then one evening a gull came down the chimney, the way they do, and tangled itself in the twine. Morag worked the feathers loose one at a time and tied each to the foot of the hoop with a knot her mother had taught her. By morning the web held a single grey down, and beyond the window the sea lay flat as a dinner plate.

The boats came in that week, all of them, except Ewan's. Then a boy saw a lantern flicker on the Skerry, and there he was, two nights stranded, eating raw mussels and singing to keep himself awake. My grandmother said the hoop kept the bad dreams out and let the good ones snag. Mind the door on your way out, and leave the spider be.