Black linework and pale pink anemone flowers with leaves wrap around a forearm, in a botanical tattoo style.

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Pink anemone flowers on a forearm

Botanical · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

The tattoo shows several open anemone-style flowers with leaves and stems wrapping around the outer forearm, shown from the wrist to just below the elbow. Bold black outlines define the petals and centres, with black shading in the flower cores and leaves. The petals are filled with soft pink and peach wash, and the arm is photographed against a dark grey top.

Botanical Forearm Anemone Flower Leaves Stem Petal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The hard frost came early that year, and by Candlemas the ewes at Hollin Farm were eating the hay meant for spring. Ada Penrose walked the top field each morning with a bucket of meal on her hip, counting the gaps in the hedge where the wind got through.

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Behind the old byre, where the dung heap steamed, something had pushed up through the crust. Five stems, the leaves dark as wet slate, and on each a flower open wide in the cold, its petals the pink of a lamb's inner ear, with black hearts like the eyes of crows. Her grandmother had called them wind-flowers and said they only opened when someone was owed a kindness.

Ada knew she owed nobody but the lambing pens. Still she knelt, broke the ice on the trough, and carried water to the roots in her cupped hands until her fingers ached red. The next morning the flowers had turned their faces toward the farmhouse, and the cracked pane in the kitchen had a bloom of frost on it shaped like petals.

The fox took the hens that week and did not come back. The thaw arrived a fortnight early. When the neighbour's boy drove the cart up the lane in March, he found Ada asleep in the sun against the byre wall, and the ground around her was full of pink, every stem opened wide, as if the winter had only been a long breath held in.