Two matching foot tattoos: a watercolour feather with flying birds and the words I'll be your wings on the left foot, and a shaded grey anchor with waves and birds on the right foot.

Feather, birds and anchor tattoos on both feet

Lettering · Other · Mixed · Photo

Two tattoos sit on the tops of a pair of bare feet on a dark wooden floor. The left foot shows a watercolour feather in pink and blue with a cluster of black birds and the script line I'll be your wings, while the right foot shows a shaded grey anchor wrapped in rope, rising from waves with a few black birds above and the script ...and I'll be your anchor. The linework is clean and the colour is limited to the feather, with the anchor and birds in black and grey.

Lettering Other Feather Bird Anchor Wave Rope Script Quote

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nell Pardoe had spent the morning splicing rope on the quay at Porthkerris while the herring boats came in low in the water. Her brother Tom's boat, the Mary Ellen, was not among them. Gulls thickened over the fish market, and a flock of starlings lifted off the breakwater and wheeled over the harbour wall.

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Tom had left in February with a bag of spare hooks and a dented tin of tea. Before he went he had pressed a pencil drawing into her hand, a feather with a scatter of birds lifting off its tip, and said the words he always said when she fretted: I'll be your wings, you keep the anchor down. She had laughed and called him soft. Now she sat on the bollard with the rope across her knees and wondered which of them was meant to hold on.

The Mary Ellen came round the point at four, riding high and slow, her hull scraped pale along one side. Nell did not wave. She walked down the slip, put her shoulder under the mooring line and hauled, hand over hand, until the old iron anchor bit into the sand and the boat stopped swinging. Tom jumped down onto the wet stones, grinning through a split lip. 'Thought you'd have let her drift,' he said. She tied off with a knot she had learned from him, and the starlings settled again along the wall.