Black and grey traditional tattoo of a leaping hare beside a sun and crescent moon with faces, on the inside of a forearm.

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Hare and sun and moon on a forearm

Traditional · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A leaping hare in black and grey shading dominates the forearm, with its ears swept back and its front legs raised. Below it, a sun and a crescent moon, each with a human face, are drawn with bold outlines, radiating rays and soft grey shading. Partial designs fill the edges of the frame, and the plain light background keeps the focus on the skin and ink.

Traditional Forearm Hare Rabbit Sun Moon Crescent moon Face

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The hare had been running from the Michaelmas fair since the first lantern went out over the cattle pens, and Tomas Vell had been running after it ever since. He was a lamp boy with a split lip and a tin whistle, and he had promised the showman's wife he would bring back whatever the creature was carrying in its mouth. Nobody had told him it was a moon.

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The hare went up the chalk path past the hop-kilns, its ears laid flat like two black feathers, and it did not stop when the dogs began barking behind the ferris wheel. Tomas followed it into a field where the stubble was burned in rings, and there the sun was already sitting on the ground, a wheel of brass rays with a face pressed into its middle, looking up at him with the patience of a thing that has been waiting all day for someone slow.

"You took your time," said the sun. Its voice was dry as old paper. "She sent you for the moon, did she?"

Tomas said that she had. The sun laughed and the rays shivered, and from somewhere beyond the hedge the moon came sliding up over the stubble on a silver thread, a crescent with a sleepy woman's face, hair spilling down into the furrows.

The hare turned, stood on its hind legs, and dropped the thing it had been carrying into Tomas's open hands. It was not a moon at all. It was a cold brass key, warm now from the creature's mouth. "Take it back to her," the hare said, "and tell her the fair closes at dawn, whether or not anybody has paid for the sky."