Black and red tattoo on the leg with the words hope, resilience, love and courage, black swirls, a red heart and a red lily in a lettering and botanical style.

Hope, resilience, love and courage lettering with lily

Lettering · Other · Mixed · Photo

The tattoo combines the words HOPE, RESILIENCE, LOVE and COURAGE in bold black lettering, curled around black filigree swirls. A small red heart sits within the swirls, and a red lily with black outlines hangs below the lettering. Shading is solid black with mostly flat red fill on the heart and flower, set against plain light skin with a dark background.

Lettering Botanical Other Hope Love Courage Heart Lily Flower Swirl Script

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Now sit closer, because the path past Hollin Wood has never liked being talked about in daylight. My grandmother said the lily came up the spring the bells rang for the Mallory boy, and nobody in Fenny Cross had planted a bulb in living memory. It came through the leaf mould at the edge of the trees, a single stalk, and it bent towards the church as if it had somewhere to be.

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The village tried to pull it. Old Ada Quarles took her hoe to it twice, and twice it was back by morning, red as a fresh cut, its petals opening wider every time she swore at it. Then the winter came hard, the kind that splits the water butts, and the children stopped going past the lich gate. Only the frost on the window glass showed any words at all. Hope, someone breathed into the pane. Then love. Then resilience, which none of the children could spell, so they drew it in the mud with a stick and the rain took it.

Ada went out in the thaw with a candle and sat down beside the lily, and she told it everything she had never said at the funeral. The heart she had kept folded in her apron for forty years came out of her pocket, and she pressed it against the stalk. That was all it took. By Lady Day the lily had gone to seed, and the seeds had carried, so every hedge bottom from here to the mill was flaring red. The whole village came out with their candles that year, and Ada, who had never once in her life been looked at kindly, found she didn't mind being looked at at all.