Colourful painterly bird tattoo with spread wings in red, blue, purple and orange, with black linework, across the middle of a person's back.

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Painterly bird in flight across the back

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A bird in flight with wings spread and head turned to the right, drawn with loose black linework over splashes of red, blue, purple and orange. The brushy, feathered strokes fade into the skin at the edges, giving a watercolour effect. The design fills most of the frame on the back, with bare skin visible around it.

Back Bird Wing Feather

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody had told the bird that the east window was gone. Every morning for a week it came at the gap in the chapel wall, a flick of rust and cobalt, and every morning it turned hard at the last moment and slid off over the ivy. I was up the scaffold with a tape measure and a tin of lead came, sent by the estate office to fill the lights before the winter rain got into the vaulting.

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Old Mr Pryce from the village, who had mended those windows as a boy, said the first glazier had worked in washes of colour rather than plain glass, and let the lead wander through them like veins. "Swifts know a window that isn't there," he said, leaning on the lychgate. "Don't you go filling it with something too solid for them."

So I did not fill it square. I cut the new panes to a ragged edge and brushed the enamel on thin, letting the reds bleed into the oranges and the blues run out toward the gap. On the fourth afternoon I set the last piece, pressed the putty down with my thumb, and stepped back into the nave to look. The light came through the old tracery in long slats and laid itself across the flagstones.

The bird came at dawn on the sixth day. It did not turn. It went straight through the gap and across the nave, and for one moment its shadow lay on the stones, dark and wing-spread, edged in the colours the glass had given it. Then it was gone up into the rafters. I left the scaffold standing another week, out of plain stubbornness, and nobody asked me to take it down.