A small fine line Botanical design of roses and leaves in metallic gold on the inner forearm near the wrist, against a black and gold floral backdrop.

Gold rose sprig on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A raised hand and forearm are shown against a black wallpaper printed with gold botanical foliage and berries. A small cluster of roses and leaves in metallic gold sits on the inner forearm just above the wrist, drawn with fine, delicate outlines. The gold ink is the only colour, and the close framing keeps the design sharp against the skin.

Fine line Botanical Forearm Rose Leaves Flower Floral Bouquet Foliage

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody in Hollin Cross would hang black paper in a front room, so when Edith Pell sent to Manchester for it, the carrier's cart stopped at the chapel gate so the village could look. It was the colour of a coal scuttle, printed all over with briars, hips and gold sprigs, and old Mrs Gale said it would bring the dead round for tea. Walter Shaw, the paperhanger, pasted it up on a wet Tuesday and grumbled the whole time that the gold came off on his fingers.

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It came off on everyone's fingers. The children licked their thumbs and rubbed the walls, and by Whitsun there were gold smudges on every door latch from the mill to the vicarage. Nobody thought much of it until Harold Pell, Edith's boy, was called up for Korea. The night before the train he stood in the front room with his sleeve rolled back and pressed his wrist flat against a briar, and when he lifted it there was a small gold rose there, with three leaves and a bud, as fine as a wedding ring's engraving.

He came home in the spring of fifty-three with a limp and a sleeve he kept buttoned. Edith didn't ask to see the wrist. She only set the kettle on, and when he reached for a cup she saw the rose catch the lamplight above the saucer, bright as it had been the day he left.

She never did strip the paper. She said the wall had been given a bargain and the wall would keep its side of it, and so long as the family kept the front room and didn't let the damp in, the roses would hold their shape. The village still says the Pells never had a bad winter after that, though nobody in Hollin Cross has ever been able to say why.