Black and grey laurel wreath tattoo with shaded leaves and crossed stems at the base, placed on the side of the torso.

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Laurel wreath on the ribs

Botanical · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

A open laurel wreath of shaded leaves curves around an empty area of skin, with the two branches crossing at the bottom. The leaves are rendered in black and grey with soft highlights and dark edges, and small dots sit along the stems. The wreath fills most of the frame against a plain, evenly lit background of skin.

Botanical Ribs Laurel Wreath Leaves Stem Berry

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Ellery had the shears in one hand and the wreath frame in the other when the boy from number nine came over the wall asking if he could have the cuttings. "They're for the Harvest Show," he said. "Dad says the judges look at the hedge before they look at the marrows." She told him the laurel was older than the wall and he could take whatever had fallen, but not a single branch from the front, because the front was where the hedge was still thinking about summer.

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He didn't go. He sat on the coping stone and watched her bend the first stems into a ring, twisting the thin wands through each other until the ring held its own weight. The leaves were dark on top and paler underneath, and when she turned them over they showed their bellies like fish. She pinched the little green berries off a sprig and dropped them into his palm. "Those are for luck," she said, "or for being sick. Nobody agrees."

By the afternoon the wreath was finished except for the knot. She had two long shoots left, and she crossed them at the bottom the way her husband used to cross the ends of parcel string, pulling each tail tight. The boy asked whether it was a crown. She said it was only a wreath, the thing the Greeks gave people who had run fast or sung well, and the thing the village gave whoever had dug the most ditches in the flood year. Then she hung it on the gate and went back to the hedge, which still had a whole side she had not cut.