Black and grey dreamcatcher tattoo with hanging feathers and leaves on a limb, drawn in fine line work with light shading.

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Dreamcatcher with feathers and leaves

Fine line · Other · Black and grey · Photo

A dreamcatcher sits at the centre of the design, with a circular hoop, an inner web of interlaced lines and small beads, and three feathers hanging from its base. Two or three leaves with shaded edges are placed around the lower half of the hoop. The linework is fine and dark with soft grey shading in the leaves, and the design is entirely black and grey on a limb photographed against a plain cloth background.

Fine line Botanical Other Dreamcatcher Feather Leaves Bead Web

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Pass me the hoop, love, the willow one with the bent side. No, the other. There. You hold a thing like that wrong and the web comes out lopsided, and a lopsided web lets everything through. Your grandfather knew that. He'd sit on the step of the net loft with a ring of ash and a ball of cord, lacing it so tight the light couldn't get through the middle, and he swore it caught the bad sleep before it reached the house.

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The gull feathers went on last, three of them, tied at the base where the cord hung loose. He never bought a feather in his life. He picked them off the harbour wall, one from each sort of gull that fought over the fish heads, and said a dream travels best if it has been well fed. I used to think that was nonsense. Then the winter the boat went out with Danny Pascoe aboard and didn't come back for two nights, I sat up here with the hoop on my knee, and I dreamt nothing at all, not one thing, the whole long night through.

He came up the slipway on the third morning with his oilskins steaming and a face like wet bread. I didn't say a word about the dreaming. But when I took the hoop down that afternoon, a single strand of his hair was caught in the middle of the web, bright as a fish scale, right where the lines crossed. I left it there. Your grandfather would have said that was the proper place for it.