Colour tattoo of a peace symbol wrapped in brown vine with purple flowers and green leaves, on the inner forearm.

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Peace symbol with vine and flowers on a forearm

Botanical · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A peace symbol formed from a brown vine with leaves and purple five-petalled flowers with orange centres, following the outer edge of the circle. The linework is dark and even, with soft shading in the petals and leaves. The tattoo sits on pale skin on the inner forearm, centred in the frame, with a blurred floor and a yellow shoe in the background.

Botanical Forearm Peace symbol Vine Flower Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The herald rode into Calder Vale on the third frost-morning with a scroll the king had sealed twice, once in red wax and once with his own thumb, so that everyone in the valley knew before he spoke that nobody would sleep soundly again. You were sent to the mill for spare cord because your mother said a child who ran was more use than a child who listened, and so you were at the ford when the two captains met.

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The boundary stone stood in the middle of that ford, older than either kingdom. Someone had wound a vine around it in the autumn, a brown stem with small green leaves and purple flowers opening in the cold, each one with an orange heart like a struck match. The vine ran round the stone in a ring and crossed itself at the foot, so that from the bank it looked like a circle with a single stem driven through its base. The old men said the first queen had bound the valley with that shape. Nobody had ever seen her do it.

The captains took their places on either bank with their banners tied together by a length of cord, which was your job to bring. You knew the knot. You had tied it a hundred times for your mother's washing. Instead you pulled the cord loose from the stone and let the flowers fall across the water, one by one, until the current carried them into both camps. A sergeant laughed. Then a farrier on the far side bent down, picked one up, and tucked it behind his ear, and the captains, stiff and foolish, did the same, and the banners drooped in the wet grass where they had been left.