Black and grey botanical tattoo of hibiscus, orchids and swirling stems covering the middle of a person's back.

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Floral bouquet across a back

Botanical · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A large floral bouquet fills the centre of the back, with two hibiscus blooms at the top, a cluster of orchids and tulip-like flowers below, and a broad orchid at the base. Curling stems and small faint symbols, including a feather and snowflake-like motifs, sit above and around the flowers. The work uses soft grey shading and fine detail on the petals, and the photo shows the tattoo against bare skin with no colour ink.

Botanical Realism Back Hibiscus Orchid Flower Bouquet Swirl Feather Snowflake Tulip Stem

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The glasshouse at Hollin Brae had been shut since the frost took the boiler, but Edie Marrow still went in every morning, her breath clouding over the potting bench, to check the bulbs she had promised her father she would not let die. Nothing had flowered there in the cold months for thirty years. He had drawn the blooms instead, every petal in soft grey pencil, and pinned the sheets to the shed wall so the seed merchants could see what they were missing.

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In the third week of January a feather came in under the door, a long grey quill that had no business on the gravel. Then a snowflake settled on the windowsill, perfect as a brooch, and another after it. The paper on the wall began to lift at the edges where the drawn hibiscus leaned toward the light. Edie pulled down the tin of his old sketches and found the page he had never finished: a bouquet with two hibiscus at its crown, a tulip curling at the side, and an orchid the size of a hand at its root, with faint snow shapes hanging above it all.

She sat with the pencil until her fingers stopped working, then shaded the petals the way he had taught her, slow and close, the grey deepening where the light would fall. The stems curled of their own accord. A tulip opened at the edge of the page. By morning the glass was furred white and the bench was crowded with blooms she had never planted, soft as smoke and cold to the touch.

She cut the first hibiscus, wrapped it in tissue, and wrote the merchant's address in pencil, because ink would have run in the frost.