Black and grey fine line tattoo of a peacock inside overlapping geometric circles and lines, on the forearm.

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Peacock within geometric circles on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A peacock in profile with a detailed, feathered tail sits at the centre of a circle of overlapping arcs and straight lines that radiate outwards. The linework is fine and precise, and the bird's plumage is built up with stippled shading and dark accents. The image is black and white, with the tattoo framed against a dark background on a pale forearm.

Fine line Geometric Forearm Peacock Bird Feather Circle Line Geometric pattern

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Margaret had drawn the same circle nine times before Mr Ogden came back from his dinner and leaned over her shoulder. 'Compasses slipping again?' she said no, the centre had moved, which was not a thing a draughtsman should admit at the Tatterdale Foundry in 1953. The drawing was for a weather vane for the new library roof. The council wanted a peacock, because the old one had gone in the gale of '47 and nobody in Tatterdale had forgiven the wind.

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She had never drawn a bird before. Her father, who mended clocks above the chemist's, had taught her that a circle was only honest if you found its centre first and trusted the pin. So she pinned, and ruled, and let the arcs overlap until they made a lattice a clockmaker would recognise, the lines running out from the middle like spokes from a wheel flung into the air. At the heart of it she drew the bird from memory: a small head turned sideways, a neck like a question, and a tail built feather by feather with a needle nib, each eye dotted until her wrist ached.

On the Friday the men gathered round the table to see it. Mr Ogden squinted and said it looked as if it might lift off the paper. Her father had come up on the bus, and he said nothing until they were alone. Then he tapped the largest eye in the tail. 'Your mother used to say that one was watching us,' he said. 'Said it was the only honest thing in the house.'

Margaret rolled the drawing carefully, the way he had taught her to roll plans, and carried it out into the wet street without an umbrella.