Black line-drawn sheet of botanical flash elements, including floral wreaths, antler and flower arrangements, leaves and flourishes, with no tattoo on skin shown.

Hand-drawn floral wreaths and design elements

Botanical · Black and grey · Flash

A tall sheet of black line drawings showing floral wreaths, rose and blossom clusters, loose leaves, sprigs, an antler arrangement with flowers, and swirling flourishes. A headline reads 80 plus hand drawn rustic design elements, with a small caption beneath it. The drawings are monochrome, with simple outlines and light hatching on a pale textured background.

Botanical Wreath Flower Rose Leaf Antler Flourish Sprig Blossom

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

In the village of Scarth Bottom the old men said the stag had come down off the moor the winter the Hallam shaft first flooded. Nobody had seen it drink. It stood at the top of the lane with its antlers spread so wide they caught the frost, and the women of the row hung wreaths on the gatepost beneath it, roses and blossom and sprigs of ivy they had dried in the bread oven.

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Tom Heskett's daughter Ada was nine and afraid of nothing. The morning after the blast she climbed the spoil heap and found a briar growing out of the cinders, roses the colour of a bruise, and she carried a basket of them down to the lane. The stag was waiting there. It lowered its head, and she tied a spray into the points of one antler with a strip torn from her mother's apron.

That afternoon the roof at Number Four began to talk, a low groan like a cart on a stone road. The foreman sent the men up the ladder, but Tom was still below with the lamp. The dust came thick and the lamps went out one by one. Then a pale shape moved in the dark ahead of them, slow and sure, and every man saw the glimmer of blossom on its antlers and followed it to the cage.

They came up into daylight with their hands bleeding, and behind them the shaft gave one long sigh and went quiet. The next morning the lane was empty, but the gatepost was hung with a new wreath, and in its middle, bright as the day it was cut, was the spray Ada had tied. Tom wore that wreath on his cap until the day he died, and the flowers never once wilted.