Peony and wildflower sprig on upper arm
Botanical · Upper arm · Colour · Photo
A cluster of flowers tattooed on the upper arm, centred on a large pink peony with soft shading in mauve and rose tones. A purple daisy-like aster, small blue wildflowers, yellow stamens and green leaves trail around the peony in a loose, asymmetric arrangement. The subject is cropped at the torso, showing a striped top, a floral skirt and a wristwatch, with the arm bent across the body against a plain white wall.
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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction
The peonies arrived two days late, packed in damp newspaper in the back of a van that smelled of diesel and wet dog, and you spent the whole of Thursday evening at the kitchen table picking through them while Auntie Bev hovered at your elbow predicting disaster. Half had bruised in transit. You sorted the blush pinks from the blowsy whites, pinched off the leaves gone yellow at the edges, and stripped each stem with your thumbnail the way your grandfather taught you on the allotment in Hitchin, where nothing was wasted and everything had a use.
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The wildflowers were the easy part. Scabious and cornflower came from the verge behind St Mary's, and the asters came from Mrs Okafor's border, given on the condition you returned her secateurs. You bound it all with garden twine because the florist on the high street had shut in March, and by eleven the bouquet sat in a bucket of cold water by the back door, heavy and lopsided, the biggest peony tipped to one side like a cabbage leaning towards the light.
Saturday came up grey and then gold. Ruth walked up the aisle holding the lopsided thing against her chest, and Bev, who had said nothing all morning, hissed that it looked like a hedge that had got into a fight. Nobody else seemed to mind. Nobody noticed the loose blue sprig slipping onto the flagstones until the best man stepped on it.
Afterwards, when the marquee had emptied and the band was packing up, you found a single yellow stamen caught in the cuff of your cardigan, bright as a dropped coin. You considered brushing it off. Instead you left it there and carried it home, and it was still there on Monday morning when you reached for the kettle.
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