Black and grey dotwork tattoo of a circle filled with interlocking triangles and three feathers with beaded strings, on the outer thigh.

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Geometric dreamcatcher on a thigh

Dotwork · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

A circular hoop filled with interlocking triangles sits above three shaded feathers hung from fine beaded strands. The triangles are built from stippled dots and clean linework, with soft shading that gives the circle depth. The tattoo is shown in black and grey on a bare thigh, with dark shorts and a dark background behind it.

Dotwork Geometric Thigh Dreamcatcher Feather Triangle Circle Bead Geometric pattern

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, sit down, the soup is still hot and nobody leaves my table hungry. You want the story of the hoop? Then hush, because I tell it only once a wedding. My grandmother's sister Mair had a hoop of willow that she wove for every child in Dunmore, and the feathers she gathered from the rookery by the mill, plucked only from birds that had died of old age, she said, though nobody believed her.

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One spring a young man came up the lane with a sack of triangles. He had cut them from tin, hundreds of little points, and he would not say whom he meant to marry, only that the answer had to be drawn in the middle of the circle where all the points met. Mair laughed at him. Then she looked at the centre and went quiet, because the triangles pointed up and down at once, like a house and its reflection in a pond, and a person could fall into them if they looked too long.

He wove the hoop, beaded the strands with blue glass from the Tuesday market, and hung three feathers from the bottom so that they swung when the wind came off the hill. It was a dreamcatcher, my dears, and it caught the thing a dreamcatcher is meant to catch, which is the bad sleep that gets into a house. Every night the points gathered the worry and held it still until morning.

And the bride? She wore nothing blue, and the feathers swung at her hem, and when she asked him the question he told her the answer was already in the circle. Mair said that was cheating. I say it was the best answer I ever heard. Now raise your glasses, and mind the feathers.