Black line drawing design of a peacock with lotus flowers and a circular frame of heart-shaped motifs, shown on a white background with no body placement.

Peacock and lotus line design

Botanical · Black and grey · Flash

A peacock faces right with its head turned back, its long tail feathers curling down the left side of the image. Lotus blooms and leaves cluster behind the neck, and a ring of round motifs with heart-shaped centres arcs above. The image uses fine, even black linework with dense hatching and no colour, and the composition is a tall, balanced vertical.

Botanical Fine line Peacock Bird Lotus Feather Flower Leaf Heart Circle Ornament

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody in Hollin Cross had seen a peacock on the church roof until the spring Mabel Fairburn pegged her sheets out while they were still damp. The bird stood on the lead gutter with its tail spread like a hand of cards, and it would not come down for the vicar's ladder or the baker's boy with his basket. It only turned its head slowly back over its shoulder, as if someone in the lane had called its name.

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Tom Kelk, who rang the tenor bell and had never lost count of a change in forty years, tried to count the eyes in the tail feathers and gave up at sixty. They were not eyes, he decided, but seeds, each one with a small heart pressed into its centre like a stone in a plum. Beneath the roof, the lotus flowers that nobody had planted were opening along the churchyard wall, pale and wet, though it had not rained since Lady Day. Mabel brought out tea in the good cups and said the bird was waiting for the bells, and everybody laughed at her, and then, when Tom went up the tower and pulled the rope for evensong, the peacock lifted and went round the spire once in a slow, dragging circle.

It came back the next morning and the morning after, always at the hour the bells were rung, and always it turned its head to look back at the village before it went. On the seventh day Ruth Fairburn climbed to the lead with a jar of crumbs and found nothing there but nine small brass discs in a ring, warm from the sun, each one stamped with a heart. She carried them down in her apron pocket and hung them on the nail behind the bell-ringers' door, where they still tick faintly when the wind comes up from the fields.