Colourful neo-traditional floral sleeve on an upper arm and forearm, with a teal pony, butterflies and a rainbow, beside a plush pony toy.

Floral sleeve with pony and rainbow tattoos

Neo-trad · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

A person in a pink top and pink pony-print leggings holds a white plush pony, with their arm covered in a tattoo sleeve. The sleeve includes large outlined flowers in pink, red and yellow, butterflies, a rainbow, a teal pony and small stars, and a red rose sits at the lower left edge of the frame. The image is shot with a shallow depth of field and soft, bright colour.

Neo-trad Botanical Upper arm Forearm Flower Butterfly Rainbow Star Rose Sleeve

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rainbow came up off the starboard bow the morning we lost the second net, a band of colour so low over the water that Dennis swore it was a lamp somebody had dropped in the fog. Nobody else on the Marigold Rose laughed. We had three days of diesel left and a hold that smelled of nothing but salt.

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My sister Ada had sent a parcel to the harbour office the week before we sailed. Inside was a plush pony with a rainbow mane, the kind she had loved at eight and I had called babyish, and a note in her round hand: Keep it on the wheelhouse ledge, it's lucky, and don't let Dennis use it as a doorstop. Dennis had used it as a doorstop twice already.

We hauled at dawn on the third day and the net came up heavy and bright with plaice, flounder and one small skate that slapped the deck like a wet tablecloth. Dennis was grinning like a boy. I stood at the rail with my knife and thought about the paper flowers Ada used to tape to our bedroom window, pink and yellow, and the butterflies she drew on everything she owned, and how she once told me the sea was just a big field that nobody had told was a field.

We made Whitby with the tide at our backs. On the quay I unwrapped the pony and set it on the ledge facing the water, its mane lifting in the wind. Ada had written one more line on the back of the note, which I only read then: Bring the stars home too. I laughed, then I didn't, because the sky over the harbour had cleared for the first time all week, and there were stars, faint and scattered, exactly where she had said they would be.