Geometric flower tattoo in black outline with red fill across the back of a hand and wrist, with black dot clusters on the fingers.

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Geometric flower tattoo on a hand and wrist

Geometric · Hand · Mixed · Photo

A large symmetrical flower design made of interlocking black geometric lines covers the back of the hand and wrist, with red filling the petal shapes. The black linework is bold and even, and the red areas look solid or possibly still healing. Small black dot and bubble clusters sit across the knuckles and fingers against a dark leather-look background.

Geometric Hand Forearm Flower Geometric pattern Dot Bubble

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mairi Corrie had mended nets on the quay at Skerrow since the spring her father's boat went out and did not come back. The herring had been thin for three years, and the men said the sea was owed something. Old Tam Gilchrist said it was owed a net, not a girl, and that a proper knot would settle the matter.

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She learned the flower knot from her grandmother, who had it from a woman on Eriskay. Six lobes, each one a loop of line folded back on itself until the twine made a star that would not slip. You worked it outward from a single point, and you did not look at the water while you tied it. Her grandmother said the sea liked to watch and would take whatever it saw.

On the first calm night of the autumn, Mairi sat on an upturned creel with the red dye pot beside her and worked the flower onto the last sheet of the trawl net. She dipped the cord in madder so the lobes came up the colour of a wound that had stopped bleeding. The dots she pricked between the knots with a sailmaker's awl, one for each man in the fleet, and the bubbles she let run where the dye pooled.

When the boats came in at dawn the sea was flat as a plate. The net went over the side of the Morag and dragged a wall of silver up from the deep, enough herring to carry the village through the winter. Tam Gilchrist took his cap off on the quay and did not put it on again. Her father's boat was not in the catch, but the flower on the net was still whole, and the sea had left it alone.