Colour botanical tattoo of a peony, daisy and small teal flowers with green leaves and sprigs across the stomach, drawn with black outlines.

Peony and daisy bouquet on the stomach

Botanical · Other · Colour · Photo

A bouquet of flowers sits across the abdomen, centred above the navel. A large peach peony and a pink daisy with a yellow centre are framed by teal blossoms, green leaves and thin branching sprigs. Bold black outlines define the petals and foliage, with soft colour fills and some tonal shading. The bouquet is symmetrical and fills the width of the midriff, and the skin around it is lit evenly.

Botanical Neo-trad Other Peony Daisy Flower Bouquet Leaves Sprig Blossom

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Inspector Carys Idris had already tipped the third tin onto the steel tray before Noor Haddad understood what the trouble was. Not the seeds. The seeds were fine, dull brown grit in paper twists, each labelled in her grandmother's looping hand. It was the card tucked inside the lid: a peony the colour of wet apricot, a pink daisy with a yellow eye, and teal blossoms that nobody had ever seen growing in Lancashire.

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"Declare these," Carys said. "Plant material is plant material." Noor told her they were only drawings, that her grandmother had painted the whole bouquet in a hospital bed the spring before she died, and had asked for the seeds to be sent so they could go in the ground where the flowers had come from. Carys turned the card over. On the back, in pencil, someone had written a list of names, some crossed out, some not.

Carys held the card up to the strip light for a long time. Behind her the queue shuffled and a child asked loudly for a biscuit. Eventually she slid the card back into the tin, pressed the lid down with the heel of her hand, and wrote on the form: Drawing, not plant. Then she wrote something smaller underneath that Noor could not read upside down.

Noor drove on with the tins on the passenger seat and the sea flat on her left. At the first services she opened the lid again. The peony had lost a little colour under the lights, but the outlines were still sharp and black as ink, and the daisy still looked straight back at her.