Colour tattoo of a fox head among red poppies and yarrow, tied with fern-like foliage, on a person's upper arm and shoulder.

Fox and poppies on an upper arm

Botanical · Upper arm · Mixed · Photo

A fox's head with pointed ears sits at the centre of the design, surrounded by red poppies, sprigs of yarrow and feathery green-grey foliage tied together at the base in a bouquet. The fox and flowers are drawn with fine dark outlines and soft shading, with orange fur and red petals against grey and black detailing. The design wraps across the upper arm and up towards the shoulder, with the foliage filling the lower edge and the poppies rising to the top.

Botanical Neo-trad Upper arm Shoulder Fox Poppy Fern Foliage Flower Bouquet

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The innkeeper's daughter had been out in the drifts since the bell for supper, and the fox had not left the porch step all evening. Her mother kept saying it was a thief's trick, the way it sat there with its brush wrapped round its feet, watching the door. Nobody put out a dish for it. Dogs had been fed in that yard for forty winters and the fox had never once come to the bowl.

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Then Tomas Hale came in off the pass with frost in his beard and a bundle of cut stems under his arm. He had gone up for yarrow before the snow closed the road, he said, and for the poppies that grew in the lee of the old wall, though it was December and everybody knew poppies were dead by then. He laid the bundle on the bench. The stems were green and the petals red as a fresh cut, and the feathery fern-leaves were tied at the base with a strip of grey wool.

Nobody asked how. The fox got up off the step, came in past the girl's skirts without a sound, and lay down at the hearth with its nose turned towards the bouquet. Her father said the old way was to leave a flower for whoever came in from the cold. So they did. They tied the poppies to the beam, set the yarrow in a jug, and in the morning the snow had stopped and the fox was gone, though the bundle on the bench had not wilted a hair.

Tomas took the road down before the sun was up. Years later the girl said she had found, in the snow by the porch, a single red petal, and that it was warm to the touch. Her mother said that was the fox's doing and her father said it was the poppy's. The inn kept the jug on the sill, and the fern-leaves stayed green until spring.