Black fine line tattoo of a symmetrical ornamental motif with swirls, leaf shapes and dots, on the inner ankle.

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Fine line ornamental design on the ankle

Fine line · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A symmetrical ornamental design made of thin black linework, with a central pointed motif flanked by leaf-like shapes, curled swirls and small dots. The lines are even and consistent, and the design is shown flat against the skin with no shading. The tattoo sits centrally in the frame against a plain, softly lit background.

Fine line Geometric Ankle Ornament Swirl Leaf Dot Linework

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The pattern had been scratched into the lintel above the pit gate long before anyone in Hartley Row could read it, and when the men asked old Nan Procter what it meant she said it was a map of the leaves that had gone down into the coal and never come back up. Her own mother had said the same. Nobody believed her, but nobody painted over it either.

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Then the water came into the Low Main in the wet winter of the great frost, and the overman sent six men down to shore the roadway. Among them was a boy called Tom Eland, who had no fear of the dark and no sense of it either. He went along the wall with a candle stub, counting the dots scratched beside the props, and found the seam was running wet in a line that matched the swirls on the gate.

He did not know what to make of it, so he traced the pattern on the damp stone with his thumb, the way his nan had taught him to trace a cross on bread before cutting it. The leaves turned, the curls unwound, and a crack that had been sighing for an hour stopped. The men came back up with their lamps low and told nobody what they had seen, except that the boy had been right about the wall.

Tom kept the pattern in his head all his life. When he was old and his grandchildren asked why the gate had a pattern on it, he drew it in the dust of the yard with a stick, leaf by leaf, and told them it was simple. You only had to keep the lines even and the dots in their places, and the mountain would mind its manners.