Colour realism full sleeve tattoo of lilies, magnolias and a bluebird on a branch over a green and orange background, shown from four angles on an arm.

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Floral full sleeve with bluebird on branch

Realism · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

A four-panel photograph of a full sleeve covering an arm, with lilies, plumeria-like blooms, magnolias and pink blossoms growing along branches. A small blue and orange bird perches on a branch in the upper right panel. The shading is soft and painterly, with smooth colour blends over a green and orange background that suggests foliage and sky.

Realism Botanical Upper arm Forearm Flower Lily Plumeria Magnolia Cherry blossom Bird Branch Sleeve Foliage

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody in Carrow House had planted anything in forty years, because the council said the soil under the car park was dead and the wind off the ring road would strip any bloom. So when Mrs Okafor carried her cuttings up the stairwell in a shopping bag, the neighbours on the fourth floor laughed and asked where she intended to put them.

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She put them on the balconies. Lilies went in old paint tins, a plumeria in a bucket she dragged from the bins, and a magnolia whip she tied to the railing with strips of a torn bedsheet. Every morning she went out in her slippers and talked to them, and every morning the leaves had turned a little further towards the light. By the second summer the blossom had climbed the outside of the block floor by floor, and the people who had laughed began leaving cups of water on their own sills.

In the autumn a bluebird came. It sat on the rail outside flat eleven and would not be moved by the pigeons. Mrs Okafor said it was the one that had flown out of the old orchard before the estate was built, and that it had been waiting for someone to make the place worth coming back to. The children named it Dennis and fed it crumbs from their pockets.

When the lease came up for renewal, the council sent a man with a clipboard. He stood in the car park, looked up at the balconies, and counted the blooms. Then he wrote something down, walked back to his van, and drove away without a word. Dennis sang from the rail all afternoon, as if somebody had asked him to.