Black and grey fine line tattoo of poppy flowers arranged in a circle with dotwork centres, on the inner forearm.

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Poppy blooms in a circle on a forearm

Botanical · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A cluster of poppy-style flowers, with one large open bloom and a smaller bud, sits within a rough circular outline on the forearm. Fine black linework defines the petals, leaves and stems, while stippled dots fill the flower centres and scatter across the background. The tattoo is in black and grey ink against plain, lightly lit skin.

Botanical Fine line Dotwork Forearm Poppy Flower Bud Leaf Stem

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

You want to know why the Harrow sisters never sold a single poppy seed at market, so listen. My grandmother kept the seed tin on the high shelf above the range, where the heat couldn't get at it, and she told every child who came near it the same thing: a poppy keeps its own counsel. You sow it on the chalk slope behind the mill and you walk away, because the moment you stand over it fussing, it sulks and gives you nothing but leaves.

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The year the reservoir flooded the lower valley, the old mill-wife came up the lane with a fist full of dry heads and asked for a cup of tea and a favour. Her husband had gone under with the church bell, she said, and she wanted one bloom growing somewhere he could see it from the water. My grandmother looked at the tin, then at the woman's cracked hands, and said nothing. She simply gave her a pinch of seed wrapped in a scrap of blue paper and sent her off to the slope.

Nobody saw the mill-wife again that summer. But by August the whole hillside behind the reservoir had flushed red, great papery cups nodding over the water, and one wide bloom stood out above the rest, open and unhurried, as if it had been waiting for someone to notice it. My grandmother took her tea that evening without sugar and said, quite plainly, that it had kept its own counsel after all.