Black fine line handwritten script reading lumos with a four-pointed star beside it, tattooed on the inside of a wrist.

Lumos script and star on wrist

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A black handwritten word, lumos, is tattooed on the inner wrist with a small four-pointed star drawn to its right. The linework is thin and slightly uneven, giving the lettering a hand-drawn feel, and the design is in solid black ink with no shading. The photo is taken straight on against a dark background, with the tattoo placed centrally across the wrist.

Lettering Fine line Forearm Star Script

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lamp in the lambing shed had gone out again, and you were the only one awake to notice, so it fell to you to climb the ladder with the matches in your mouth and the cold rising through the boards. Your father had taught you the word when you were small enough to ride on the tractor step. Lumos, he'd said, holding up the torch like a candle in a church, and the bulb had flickered back as if it had only been waiting to be asked.

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Outside, the yard was white to the gate. The ewe in the end pen had been labouring since dusk, and the wind found every gap in the sheeting and pushed through it. You knelt in the straw and listened to her breathing, low and uneven, and when you looked up through the broken roof there was a single star over the silo, sharp as a nail head and twice as cold.

The first lamb came out wrong, one foreleg folded back, and for a long minute you could not make your fingers do what you had watched your father's do a hundred times. You murmured the word again, not because you believed in it but because it had always steadied you, and the bulb held steady above you. You turned the lamb, and it slid free onto the straw, and it did not breathe until you rubbed it hard with a sack and blew into its nose the way he had shown you.

In the morning the frost had furred the water trough and the ewe was on her feet, nudging at the lamb. You took the pencil from behind your ear and wrote on the back of the feed list, under the tally of bales: one ewe, one lamb, both well. Then, beside it, you drew a small star with four points, because the light had come on by itself in the end, and it seemed only fair to say so.