Full colour back piece of a peacock in flight with peacock feather eyes and pink magnolia blossoms, shown across the back and lower back.

Peacock and magnolia back piece

Japanese · Back · Colour · Photo

A large peacock in flight is set across the lower back, with a fanned tail of peacock feather eyes rising over the left side and pink magnolia blossoms and buds framing the right side. The shading is smooth and soft, with fine feather detail and gradients in teal, green, gold and rose. The composition flows diagonally from the shoulder blade down to the hip, with the bird's head turned toward the right.

Japanese Botanical Back Peacock Peacock feather Magnolia Flower Bird Back piece

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind that wall, Albert, the magnolia behind it was planted the spring the war ended, and Mrs Pryce would have your ears if you trampled her blossom. Yes, I'm getting to the bird. The fair came through Llanfair Road in the summer of fifty-three with a cart of tired animals and one peacock that thought herself a duchess. When the tailboard dropped in the market square, she went straight up over the Co-op as if she had a grudge against the roof tiles.

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Nobody could catch her. Ernie Dowd tried with a sack and came back with a bald patch and a torn coat. Every evening she roosted on the chapel gutter and fanned that tail out against the sunset, a hundred eyes opening one after another, so the whole town stopped on the pavement to look. My mother said it was bad luck to stare at a peacock's eyes too long, that they'd see what you were hiding. So we didn't stare long. We just looked.

The old gardener at the vicarage, Tom Ingram, went up the ladder one morning with a bowl of grain and a pocketful of patience. He sat on the gutter until the bird stepped onto his knee and folded herself up like a closed umbrella. He carried her down past the magnolias, which were just breaking into pink, and she stood among the blossom with her head turned toward the road, as if she was deciding whether the town was worth the trouble.

She stayed. The fair packed up and went without her, and nobody asked for her back. Some say she flew off to Shrewsbury in the autumn, but I know she's still up in that chapel roof, showing off to the rooks. Tell your grandchildren that, Albert, when they ask why the magnolia never gets stripped by the gales.