Black ink radial floral mandala tattoo on the upper arm, with fine linework, leaf shapes and a dotted centre.

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Radial floral mandala on upper arm

Botanical · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A symmetrical mandala of flowers and leafy sprigs radiates from a dotted centre. The design is built from black linework with some solid fills, and the shading is minimal, so the pattern reads mainly through its outlines. The tattoo fills the upper arm, which is shown in soft, neutral indoor light against a striped sleeve.

Botanical Geometric Upper arm Mandala Flower Leaves Floral pattern Dot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Put the chestnuts away and stop shuffling, the rain will not wait for the bell. This is the story of Nell Harrow, who kept the walled garden behind the gasworks back when lamplighters still worked the whole of Corn Street by hand. Every night she walked the paths with a tin of seed and a hazel stick, and every night the city outside grew a little louder, until the garden was the only quiet place left in it.

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The trouble began the autumn the council sold the iron railings. Men came with carts and lifted every gate off its hinges, and the wind came in over the wall. Nell did not shout at them. She knelt in the bed beneath the old sundial, pressed one dark seed into the earth, and drew a ring around it with the heel of her boot. By morning there was a flower the size of a cartwheel, its petals laid out in careful rows, its leaves sprouting sprigs like fishing nets, and at its heart a dotted eye that did not blink when the lamplighter walked past.

The city does not like to be watched, so it sent the foreman to pull the flower up. He came at midnight with a spade and a lantern. He dug three times around the centre, and each time the earth closed over the spot where the dots were, cool and patient. On the fourth turn the lantern guttered out, and he never told anyone what he saw in the dark, only that the petals had counted him.

Nell is in the ground now, along with the sundial and most of the street. But the bed is still there if you know which wall to stand against, and on frosty nights you can see the pattern in the pavement, a ring of dots where the lamps all point inward. So mind your step on Corn Street. The flower is still counting, and it has never once lost track of who walked off the path.