Black ink drawing of a tattoo design with feathers, an arrow, a crystal, a crescent moon, stars and a flower inside a circle, shown on cream paper.

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Feathers, arrow and night sky in a circle

Botanical · Black and grey · Flash

A black ink line drawing of a circular design containing two feathers, an arrow, a crystal, a crescent moon, a flower and branches. The right side is filled with dense dots and small stars to suggest a night sky, while the feathers and branches use fine hatched linework. The design is drawn in black ink on pale yellow paper with no body placement shown.

Botanical Feather Arrow Crystal Moon Star Flower Branch Circle Night sky

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The arrow had gone over the churchyard wall and into the dark, so Eli Marsh went after it with a torch that was nearly flat. Nobody in Thornbury Cross shot arrows after dark, and his mother had said so twice at tea, but the bow was his cousin's and the cousin was in Leeds.

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He found it in the hazel coppice behind the lime kilns, pinned through a hoop the boys had bent from green wood. Two feathers had been bound to the shaft with waxed thread, a long grey one from a heron and a brown one that might have been a jay's. Through the open ring he could see the sky, and it was thicker with stars than the sky over the village, as if someone had pressed them in with a pin.

Nell Ferris was sitting on the kiln wall with her boots off. She had a lump of quartz the size of a hen's egg, clear at one end and milky at the other, that she had chipped from the old quarry with her father's chisel. 'That's not yours,' she said, meaning the arrow. 'You shot at the moon and missed, so it sent the arrow down to find you.' He told her she was soft. She said she would trade him the stone for it, and when he said a stone was a poor price for a bow, she said it wasn't a price at all. It was somewhere to put the moon when it got too heavy to carry.

They set the crystal in the crook of the hoop where the branch had split and bound it fast with the thread. In the morning the hazel had put out leaves all along the ring, and the arrow stood upright in the wet grass, its point turned towards the church clock. The clock had stopped at the minute he'd missed. Nell says it has never started again, and that on clear nights the moon comes down to look at it, which is why there are so many stars over Thornbury Cross.