Black and grey geometric knot tattoo with interlocking angular lines on the inner wrist of a hand held palm up.

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Interlocking geometric knot on inner wrist

Geometric · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A small solid black tattoo of an interlocking geometric knot sits on the inner wrist, with a hand raised palm up above it. The bold, even outlines form overlapping angular loops and a pointed base, with no shading and no colour. The black ink stands out clearly against the pale skin, and the plain dark background keeps the focus on the design.

Geometric Forearm Knot Symbol Geometric shape

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, sit down, and mind the lamp, because the floor of the Palais at Hollin Cross has never once been level. Forty years I've told this one, and every time the old lot at the back start shaking their heads before I've got to the good part. So here it is. In the spring of 1952 a girl called Marion Teague came down the stairs in a green coat with a knot of blue wool tied at her wrist, the way you'd tie a bit of string to remember a shopping list. Nobody asked her what it was for. Nobody asked her much at all, because the band was playing Glenn Miller on a broken wireless and the whole room was stamping like it owed somebody money.

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Her partner that night was a fellow who swore he could dance the Lambeth Walk backwards. He could not. He trod on her three times and apologised each time with a little bow, and on the third bow she saw the knot on his cuff was the same knot, woven in the same blue, the same loops folding over and under themselves until you couldn't find where one began. He said his mother had made them for the men going off to Korea. Marion said her gran had made hers for a sailor who never came back from the Atlantic. They stood in the middle of the floor working out that the two knots were one knot, cut in half and sent by two different post offices, and the band went right on playing without them.

They were married by the Michaelmas. Some say the knot held them together, some say it was only the bad dancing. I say it was the wrist, because that's where she kept hers, pressed flat to the inside of the wrist where the pulse runs, so she always knew where to find the thing when the rest of the world got loud.

And that's why, when you dance here tonight, you'll see the young ones turning their wrists up under the lights, checking their knots are still there. Go on, shift your lamp. The band's warming up.