Close-up of a small fine line bow tattoo in red ink with a horizontal band across the side of a finger.

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Fine line bow tattoo on a finger

Fine line · Hand · Colour · Photo

A small bow motif sits on the side of a finger, drawn with a thin, single red line and a horizontal band running across the finger. The linework is even and unshaded, with no fill or shading inside the loops. The soft pink background of the skin and the pale fabric beneath it keep the focus on the red ink.

Fine line Hand Bow Ribbon

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the nets, they're still wet, and sit where the gulls can't reach your bread. Now, you asked about the red wool. Every boat that went out of Skerrow Harbour in my mother's time had a woman on the quay who tied a length of red wool round her finger the morning it sailed, one loop and a bow, and didn't untie it until the boat came back over the bar.

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There was a girl called Ysolde Pike, whose man was Tam Garrow on the Brightwater. She tied hers on the morning he sailed, pulled it tight with her teeth, and said the bow was for the ledger of the sea, because the sea keeps accounts. Then the wind backed to the north-east and the Brightwater didn't come in with the rest of the fleet. The harbour master counted the boats twice. Ysolde kept her wool on.

Three days on, with the quay half empty, she went down to the slipway with a pair of scissors borrowed from the net-loft. She didn't cut the wool. She pulled the band straight across her knuckle and walked up to the lighthouse, where old Abel kept the lamp lit day and night. "Keep it burning," she told him, "until somebody's name is said at the door."

Tam came in on the fourth night, rowing a borrowed skiff with a split oar. Ysolde was still out on the rock with the lamp behind her. She held up her hand so he could see the red loop, and he laughed until he coughed up half the sea.

That's the whole of it. Don't ask me why the wool wants a bow. My mother said a knot is for keeping, and a bow is for letting go once the thing you kept comes home.