Black and grey fine line feather tattoo running down the forearm, close to the wrist.

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Feather tattoo on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A feather with a central quill and fine, curved barbs is drawn on the forearm, running from near the wrist towards the elbow. The lines are thin and detailed, and the shading is pale against the skin in this greyscale photo. The feather sits centrally against a plain dark background, with the arm filling the frame.

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Dear Brother Wulfric, the last of the good quills went blunt on Tuesday, halfway through the Psalter for the feast of St Cuthbert, so I am reduced to the reed pens the infirmarian uses for his salves. They scratch. The ink beads on the grease of my fingers and runs where it should not. Brother Osric says the geese at the grange have stopped moulting anything worth cutting since the frost, and I told him God does not hand out flight feathers on request.

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Yesterday, though, the gatekeeper's boy came up the lane with a grey goose under one arm, its left wing torn by a dog. He wanted a penny for the bird. I paid him two and sat it on the cloister step while I looked at the wing. The primaries were whole. The barbs ran in their fine curve from quill to tip, each hooked to the next so that nothing gapes, which is the very thing we ask of a good letter.

I cut the quill that evening with the small knife and set the feather to soak in the lamp-warm water as Brother Edric taught us. This morning I wrote the opening of the Gospel of Saint John with it, the first letter a great spreading I, and the ink held. It did not skip once. Edric came in and asked where I had found such a feather. I told him the truth, that it had come for two pennies and a dead bird.

The goose is in the pot now, and nothing in the house has been wasted. Come home at Easter if the roads allow. I have kept the spine of the feather for you, pale and straight as the page it was meant to mark. Your brother in Christ, Hugh.

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