Neo-traditional colour tattoo of a jewelled elephant with a peacock feather and eye on a limb, set against orange and yellow shading.

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Elephant and peacock feather tattoo

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A bold colour tattoo of an elephant wearing a jewelled headpiece and draped with beaded chains, with a blue peacock feather and eye rising behind it. Thick black outlines define the forms, and the elephant is shaded in teal and green with highlights, while the background uses orange, yellow and pink washes. A faint geometric line motif sits behind the design at the top left.

Neo-trad Other Elephant Peacock feather Eye Jewel Bead Chain Tassel

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The elephant came off the lorry at Hollins Cross on a wet Thursday in 1953, and by dinner time half the town had found a reason to stand in the market square. She wore a headpiece of tarnished silver set with a blue stone the size of a hen's egg, and strings of glass beads swung from her ears to her knees. Tucked behind one ear, where a farmer keeps his pencil, was a peacock feather with an eye that seemed to follow the clock tower.

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Her keeper, a thin man called Ansel Brough, said she had belonged to a fair in Lincolnshire that had gone bust. Nobody believed the feather was real until old Mrs Tully, who kept the post office and had buried two husbands, said she remembered peacocks on the Hall lawn before the war. The children dared each other to touch the beads. Ansel told them the elephant remembered every hand that touched her, and sent them home with burrs in their socks.

The trouble started when the Hall's new owner wanted the animal gone by Saturday. Ansel had no money for the road. On Friday night the baker's boy, Tom Ferrier, led her out along the river path with a sack of mangel-wurzels and a jar of his grandmother's honey, and the town slept through it.

In the morning the feather was pinned to the door of St Oswald's, and the eye looked down the High Street towards the clock, which had stopped at a quarter past four. Nobody could say who had wound it back again, but Mrs Tully swore she had seen the elephant's trunk lift in the dark, like a hand waving goodbye from the far side of the water meadows.