Black and grey botanical tattoo of poppies and daisies with sprigs of foliage on the outer thigh.

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Poppy and daisy bouquet on a thigh

Botanical · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

A bouquet of poppies, daisies and slender wildflower stems fills the outer thigh, with the flowers drawn in fine black outlines. Petals and centres are built up with grey shading and fine stippling, giving them depth against the skin. The design is composed as a tall, slightly angled cluster that runs from the upper thigh toward the knee.

Botanical Fine line Thigh Poppy Daisy Wildflower Foliage Sprig

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The third step of the north tower stair gives way under your boot, and you grab at the nearest thing, which is a clump of stalks pushing out of the mortar. Poppies. Their papery petals are the colour of a struck match, and one has already dropped its head onto the stone. Below you the others are arguing about whether the chapel roof will hold. Your sister has the lantern. You have the map, which is wrong.

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The castle was abandoned when the wool money dried up, Aunt Marjorie said, and nobody has come to claim it since but the weather and the wild things. Daisies have seeded themselves along the curtain wall, sharp-eyed and ordinary. Foxgloves crowd the ditch. Every spring the wildflowers come back to the place the family left, as though someone had asked them to keep the house warm.

At the top you find the window where the glass is gone and the sky comes straight through. Someone has tucked a bunch of dried stems into a niche in the sill, tied with a strip of tartan ribbon faded almost to pink. You recognise the knot. Your grandmother tied it the same way on every bundle of heather she ever posted you. You stand there longer than the stair allows.

When you come down, the chapel roof has fallen in and your sister is laughing at the dust in her hair. You press one poppy between the pages of the wrong map and leave the ribbon where it is. Then you fold the map around the flower and follow the others out through the gatehouse, into the afternoon.