Gold metallic ornamental tattoo across the back of a hand and wrist, with a small peacock feather design on a second hand below.

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Gold metallic ornamental tattoo on a hand

Hand · Colour · Photo

A gold ornamental design of linked circles, scrolls and dots runs across the back of a hand and onto the wrist, with a row of small dots trailing towards the fingers. A smaller gold peacock feather design sits on a second hand lower in the frame, and several silver rings are worn on the fingers. The gold ink appears metallic against a bright white background with a lace sleeve at the left edge.

Hand Ornamental pattern Circle Scroll Dot Peacock feather Hamsa Ring Hand

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ruzbeh the goldsmith had hammered the same length of wire for eleven days, and on the twelfth morning the lamp in his workshop above the salt market went out before dawn. He lit it again with a held breath, because his daughter Nadia always said a flame relit by a frightened man would burn crooked, and she was usually right about such things.

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The commission had come from Madame Oriel, widow of a spice trader, who wanted a bracelet for her son's wedding. She asked for rounds linked like a row of moons, scrolls that curled back on themselves, and a trail of small dots to draw the eye towards the fingers. Ruzbeh shaped each round and pierced it with a dot of black enamel. For the little hamsa to sit among the rings, Nadia cut a hand so tiny she needed a glass to see it, and she swore it was the finest thing she had ever made.

On the wedding morning the bracelet was not finished. The gold had cooled wrong and one scroll had split clean through. Nadia sat up all night with a fine file and a pot of gilt, and at first light she carried the piece through the white-washed lanes cupped in her palm, the way one carries a bird.

Madame Oriel looked at the crack for a long moment, then laughed. Her husband had spent his last years mending chipped plates and cracked lamps, she said, and the mend was the only part of the work she wanted. She clasped the bracelet on the wrist she used to hold his, and the gate of the market swung open on the bright street, and the sun caught the seam where the gold had been joined.