Colour botanical skull tattoo made of sunflowers, roses and a butterfly, on the outer forearm of a person wearing a grey jumper.

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Floral skull on a forearm

Botanical · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A skull formed from sunflowers, roses, smaller blossoms and a butterfly, sitting on the forearm. The shading is soft and painterly, with blended petals and leaves giving the skull a textured, collage-like finish. Warm oranges, browns and pale pinks dominate, with teal accents in the foliage against a blurred green background.

Botanical Realism Forearm Skull Sunflower Rose Flower Butterfly Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Maud Penhallow would not let the sunflowers go to seed that autumn, though the whole of Porthkerran told her to pull them. Her father had planted them along the harbour wall the spring the net-loft burned, and they had grown taller than the chapel roof, their heads turning after the sun like a row of tired men going home.

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When the fever came up the coast in October, the fishermen's wives carried their dead to the chapel on hand-barrows, and the gulls would not sit on the wall. Maud walked the lanes with a sack of seed and a knife. She cut roses from the hedgerows, gathered the blue-green leaves from the salt marsh, and pressed blossoms into the floor of the boat-shed where the old men played cards. Nobody asked what she was making. She laid it out on the flagstones: a great skull of petals, orange where the sunflowers had been, pale pink where the roses thinned.

The mackerel came back the week after. Old Tregear said it was the weather, and the vicar said it was prayer, and Maud said nothing, because she had only wanted the dead to be looked at squarely. The petals went brown and then went to dust, and the wind carried them out over the bay. One butterfly, dusty orange, stayed on the wall for three days after the rest had gone.

Maud kept the knife and the empty sack. Each autumn she still sows sunflowers along the wall, and each autumn the first heads turn toward the water before anyone else has risen.