Black linework hummingbird with ornamental scrolled detailing across the wings and tail, tattooed on the outer forearm.

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Filigree hummingbird on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A hummingbird in flight is drawn in black ink, with its wings and long tail filled by curling, scroll-like filigree lines. The linework is consistent and clean, and the tail sweeps down and curls at the end. The image is in black ink only, shown in close view on a forearm with a pale background.

Fine line Forearm Hummingbird Bird Scroll Filigree Swirl Flourish

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Light the back oven first, love, and mind the draught from the yard door, because the flour won't sit still for anybody this early. Yes, that one. Now come and stand where I can see your hands, because I am only going to show you this once and then you will be doing it while I drink my tea.

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She piped the first curl onto a square of greaseproof paper, the icing thick as toothpaste and the cone held the way her mother had held it, with a little pressure from the thumb and none from the wrist. Every loop has to be the same width, she said, or the sugar sags and the whole thing looks like a drunk man's signature. The lines went out and round and back on themselves, a wing built from nothing but patience and repetition.

The bird was for Mr Pell's granddaughter, who was marrying a lad from Halifax on Saturday. She had asked for a hummingbird. I told her they never once came over the tops to Hebden in my lifetime, and she said that didn't matter, because her grandad used to say they could hold still in the air like a good idea. So the tail had to go down and curl under, as if the bird had decided to rest on the edge of the cake for a minute before it went on.

The boy asked how it would stand up without falling over. She gave him the paper and nodded at the tail. Don't lift the bag until the last loop has closed, she said. There. It holds because the lines sit close together and nobody hurries them. Now put it on the rack by the window, and let the sun come up and have a look at it before the rest of the town does.