Colour tattoo of a teal peacock, a hamsa hand and red roses across a woman's upper back, in a neo-traditional style.

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Peacock, hamsa and roses across a back

Neo-trad · Back · Colour · Photo

A woman is photographed from behind, showing a large colour tattoo across her upper back. A teal and green peacock with a feathered tail sits on the left, with red roses, a hamsa hand and scrolling foliage on the right. The bold outlines and saturated ink give the piece a neo-traditional look against a plain pale wall and an ornate mirror.

Neo-trad Back Peacock Hamsa Rose Foliage Scrollwork Feather

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The peacock came down platform two the morning the milk train was cancelled, and nobody at Stennick Junction could say which wagon it had walked out of. Harold Penrose, the porter, found it standing under the clock with its tail folded like a wet umbrella, looking at the departure board as if it were waiting to be called.

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It would not be moved by brooms or by shouting. Mrs Adair, who had worked the signal box for thirty-one years, came down the steps with a paper bag of crushed sugar lumps and a silver hamsa she kept on a nail above her levers. Her mother had hung it there to keep the trains honest, she said, and a bird with an eye on every feather would know a liar when it saw one. She set the charm on the bench. The peacock bent its neck and studied the open hand of turquoise and silver for a long while.

Then it spread its tail. Every eye in the feathers caught the lamplight from the platform, the whole station went green and gold, and the roses in the planters seemed to lean towards it. Harold said afterwards that the bird had counted them, one by one, the way a guard counts carriages before a departure. When it finished, it stepped aboard the last northbound with the calm of a passenger who had paid in full.

Harold kept the blue feather that dropped on the bench and tucked it in the ticket drawer behind the register. The hamsa stayed on its nail in the box, turning slowly in the draught from the open door, and Mrs Adair never once asked for it back.