Two matching black and grey daisy tattoos with yin and yang centres on two arms, shown in a greyscale photograph.

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Matching daisy tattoos with yin and yang centres

Botanical · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The photo shows two arms, each carrying a shaded daisy-style flower with a ring of small dots around a yin and yang symbol at its centre. The upper tattoo is smaller and sits on the upper arm, while the lower tattoo is larger and closer to the camera. Both use soft grey shading for the petals and solid black for the yin and yang halves, and the greyscale photo keeps the focus on the linework and tonal detail.

Botanical Dotwork Forearm Daisy Flower Yin yang Dot Matching tattoo

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Marjorie kept the seed catalogue open on the chart table long after the lamp had gone out, because the pencilled daisy on page forty was the only thing in the boathouse that stayed still. Someone had shaded its petals in soft grey and then drawn the old circle split black and white, with a dot of each colour sitting in the other's belly. Her sister Ivy had done that drawing on the back of a ferry ticket the summer they were nine, and claimed it was the only flower that could tell you which way the tide would turn.

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Ivy had gone across to the mainland in March with two suitcases and a promise to send postcards, and the postcards had come, each one a different harbour, each one signed with a small black dot. Marjorie pinned them along the rafters. She counted the dots the way other people counted rosary beads, and on the wet Thursday when the fishing boats came in short, she found the seventh card wedged behind the tide tables with its stamp steamed off.

It said only: the ring of white dots is the part I could never get right, come and see if you can fix them. Marjorie took the lifeboat's spare pencil and went down to the slip in the rain, and she sat on the cold concrete and copied the flower onto the back of her hand, one petal at a time, until the ink of the circle bled into the lines of her palm.

By dawn the gale had dropped. She rowed out to the Gannet Rock buoy with the card tucked in her oilskin, and she waited for the light on the water to split the way the drawing did, black on one side and white on the other. When it did, she laughed out loud and turned the boat for home.