A colourful seahorse tattoo filled with paisley-style patterns, sitting on the upper back below the neck.

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Ornamental seahorse on upper back

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A seahorse is tattooed on the upper back, curving from the shoulder blade area down towards the lower edge of the frame. Its body is filled with dense, intricate swirls, dots and paisley-like motifs. The ink is full colour, with greens, pinks, yellows, oranges and purples, and the outline is defined in dark tones.

Back Seahorse Paisley Pattern Ornament Sea creature

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The pass was closed to mules by the second week of snow, so Rahim sent his cloth down on my back, rolled tight as a sleeping dog. I was the only one in the village who could still read the foreign letters in the old merchant's book, and that was how the seahorse came to us. Someone had pressed a page of it between the boards: a creature with a curled tail and a crested head, drawn in brown ink by a man who had never once been wet with salt.

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We had no word for it. Lamba, the dyer, said a fish that stood upright must be a kind of sacred bird, and so the first shawl came out of the vat with its body stuffed with paisley, every seed and teardrop of it stitched in silk thread through the dark months when the light was too poor for anything else. Lamba's hands stayed green to the wrist for a week after the madder bath.

The merchant's book said the real ones hold on to weed with their tails. Ours could only hold on to the shawl's border, which is why I added the curl at the bottom, a spiral tight enough to coil a finger, and why I gave the pink a little orange at its edges so it would look, from across a room, like something moving in water.

When the spring caravan came up, the buyer from the coast unfolded the cloth in the square and went quiet. He turned it over, searched for the seam where the pattern began, and found none. "Where did you learn the sea?" he asked. I told him the truth: from a page a man had drawn without ever seeing it, from a dyer's green hands, and from the pass, which had kept the water from us so long that we had to invent our own.