Colour tattoo of peacock feathers, scrollwork and flowers with a sugar skull on the side of a bare midriff.

Enlarged with AI from a smaller original

Peacock feather and sugar skull on abdomen

Neo-trad · Other · Colour · Photo

A large tattoo covers the lower torso, with peacock feathers sweeping up from the hip in teal, green and red, framed by black scrollwork and small flowers. A detailed sugar skull with red roses sits on the right flank, shaded in greys and browns. The photograph is taken close up with the subject's hands holding the waistband of a light skirt or shorts, and the design fills most of the frame.

Neo-trad Botanical Other Peacock feather Feather Scrollwork Flower Sugar skull Skull Rose Swirl

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

...and so the peacock would not leave the big top, not even after the canvas came down around it, because Mrs Ottoline Vane had fed him sultanas from her palm every morning for nineteen summers, and he had decided that loyalty was a kind of weather nobody could argue with. Sit closer, you lot. The ringmaster wanted him sold to a country house in Shropshire. The ringmaster wanted a good many things by then.

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The show had been dying since the spring the trapeze rope snapped and nobody would climb again. The bills went unpaid. The lions went to a zoo in Wales, the clowns went off to work in call centres, and only the old fan dancer stayed, a woman called Dilys who still wore the last of the feather costumes. Her headdress had come from Calcutta before the war. Every feather had an eye in it, teal and green and one as red as a cherry, and a paper rose was pinned at her hip. Each night she polished the sequins with a tin of Brasso and a cloth from her apron, and when she walked the ring under the one working spotlight, the feathers seemed to turn and watch the crowd, which was four farmers and a sheepdog.

On the last night the ringmaster came with a van and a bag of coins. Dilys did not argue. She put on the headdress, walked out with the peacock at her heel, and performed the whole routine to the empty seats while the van's engine ran outside. When she finished, the bird spread his tail across the sawdust, and every eye in it caught the lamp at once. The farmers clapped, the dog barked, and the ringmaster wept into his hat.

Then Dilys folded the costume into its tissue paper, handed back the coins, and walked out into the dark field with the peacock following. Nobody in the village saw either of them again. You will still find the odd feather in the hedgerows, if you look, which is why I tell you to keep your eyes open. Now, who wants a biscuit?