Colour tattoo of four hibiscus flowers in red, blue and orange with green swirling vines, sitting on the calf in a neo-traditional style.

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Hibiscus flowers and vines on a calf

Neo-trad · Calf · Colour · Photo

The tattoo shows four hibiscus blooms, two red, one blue and one orange, with stamens and pale centres, arranged down the calf. Green leaves and curling vines with dark outlines link the flowers and fill the spaces between them. The shading is smooth and saturated, and the composition runs vertically along the leg against a plain white background.

Neo-trad Botanical Calf Hibiscus Flower Vine Leaves Stamen

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Pull your stool closer, because the rain is loud on these tin roofs and I will not shout a story at a market. Adaeze's flower barrow was the last thing left under the arcade that night, and on it sat four hibiscus, two red as a pillar box, one blue as a kingfisher's back and one orange as a peeled satsuma.

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Nobody wanted them. A hibiscus opens for a single morning and then folds itself into a paper cup of petals, so the blooms had sat all week going soft at the edges. Adaeze was tired of looking at them. She told the rain to take them. The rain, being a gossip, carried the petals down the lane to the fishmonger, who wrapped his cod in one and found the fish sweeter for it.

On the third night the stems began to climb. They went up the iron railing, through the gaps in the corrugated roof and down the drainpipe into the gutter where the eels slept. Vines unrolled with dark green leaves curled at their tips like violin scrolls, and every bloom carried a long pale stamen that pointed at whoever had not yet paid for their fish.

The council man came with his clipboard to pull it all out. He stood in the downpour reading his notice aloud, and the flowers opened together, red, blue, orange, red, so wide that he forgot the words on his page. He still owes Adaeze for the cabbage. Listen now, the rain has eased, and that is my sign to go home.