Traditional style lantern tattoo with a lettered banner and rope border on a man's forearm, resting on a bar.

Lantern and banner tattoo on a forearm

Traditional · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A man in a checked shirt rests his forearm on a bar, showing a colour tattoo of a lantern or lamp with a banner reading lettering across its centre. A red rose and rope border surround the design. Bold outlines and flat fills in red, blue, yellow and green give it a classic American traditional look, and flash sheets are pinned on the bar below.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Come closer, the lot of you, and mind the step, for the old flagstones of Carrow have swallowed better men than you. In the kingdom of Hesketh-under-Mere, which you will not find on any map a clerk has drawn, the lamplighters went out each dusk with a brass lantern in one hand and a coil of tarred rope over the shoulder, because the fog came up off the water thick enough to drown a horse. Old Ambrose Tull carried the finest lamp in the harbour quarter. Its glass was ringed with rope, and a red rose had been painted on its base by a girl who loved him for one summer and then sailed for the Ninefold Isles.

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Now, Ambrose had a habit. Each evening he would stop at the tavern called the Drowned Anchor and read aloud from a sheaf of letters he had never sent. Words, he said, were lanterns for the mind, and a man who kept his best ones hidden was like a lamp with the wick cut short. The sailors laughed, but they listened. Most of them owed Ambrose something, for he had walked them home on nights when the mist swallowed the quay whole.

The winter the fog did not lift, a boat came in with no crew aboard, only a child asleep under the tiller and a rope tied in a knot no one in Hesketh could undo. Ambrose sat beside her until morning, reading from the unsent letters one after another, until the grey light came through the window and she woke and asked him, very politely, what the rose was for.

He told her it was for remembering where the light came from. Then he trimmed the wick, and the lamp burned steady all that year.

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