Black and grey realism leg sleeve on a calf and thigh showing feathers, a dreamcatcher mandala and a woman's face, with a compass and clouds tattoo on the other leg.

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Feather, dreamcatcher and portrait leg sleeve

Realism · Calf · Black and grey · Photo

A bare leg is shown from the knee to the ankle, covered in a full black and grey sleeve. Large shaded feathers rise across the top, above a dreamcatcher-style mandala with geometric triangles and a beaded necklace, and a realistic woman's face with face paint sits below it. The other leg carries a compass, clouds and figure work in grey shading, against a plain wall and wooden floor.

Realism Geometric Calf Thigh Feather Dreamcatcher Woman Portrait Compass Cloud Bird Mandala Bead Geometric shape

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The Pearmain trees on the slope above Hollow Lane gave their fruit late that year, and the wasps came before the apples had blushed. Ada Penrose tied a hoop of willow to the gate post and wove it with blue thread, the way her mother had, so the wasps would tangle in it and the jays would sit on the rail and wait. She did not believe in charms. She believed in string.

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Every evening the jays came down out of the oaks and dropped feathers on the path, grey and barred, and one blue as bright as a bruise. Ada picked them up and pushed them into the centre of the web, where the threads crossed like the spokes of a wheel. By August the hoop looked less like a net and more like a small sun with feathers standing round its rim. Her brother Tom laughed at her, and then, when the wasps stopped bothering the windfalls, he stopped laughing.

In September a man came up the lane with a surveyor's chain and a wooden box of pins, asking who owned the orchard. He looked at the willow hoop for a long time. He said his grandfather had hung one just like it on a barn in another county, and that the barn had come down in a gale the same autumn the land was sold. Ada offered him a windfall. He bit into it and said the thread would need replacing before the frost.

She replaced it that winter, and the next summer the jays came back regardless. Ada kept the old hoop on a nail in the apple store, with feathers still caught in the middle, and every so often, when the wind came through the gaps in the boards, the feathers lifted and settled as though something had breathed on them.