Colour tattoo of a red radish with curling green leaves on the inner forearm, shown from two angles in a side-by-side photo.

Radish with leafy tops on a forearm

Botanical · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A red radish with a tapered root and thin black tendrils sits at the lower end of the design, with tall green leaves with wavy, ruffled edges sweeping up and across the skin. The linework is bold and dark, with shaded highlights on the root and layered green tones with yellow and blue highlights on the leaves. The image is a two-panel photo showing the same tattoo from slightly different angles against a black background.

Botanical Neo-trad Forearm Leaves Vegetable

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The radish had been Mr Pargeter's, and nobody on the allotment row could say how it had got into the wrong bed. Dilys Moon swore it was the frost. Bert Gedge swore it was the rabbits, though he had never once seen a rabbit at the site and kept a grudge against them anyway. The vegetable sat on the earth at the end of the plot, fat and glossy as a boiled sweet, its ruffled leaves thrown up around it like the skirts of an offended aunt.

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The committee met in the shed on Thursday with a tin of custard creams and a clipboard nobody could read. Dilys wanted it entered in the Harvest Show under Vegetables, Single, Any Variety. Bert wanted it left where it was as a warning. Mrs Oakshott, who had won the marrow cup nine years running and was not going to be overlooked for a radish, said it was the wrong shape and too showy for a root, and that she had seen better in a supermarket bag.

It was the girl from the end plot who settled it. She was nine, had come up with her grandfather that spring, and had spent the whole meeting drawing on the back of a seed catalogue. She turned the paper round. It was the radish, leaves swept up and over the page in green and gold, with the tail curling off the bottom like a question mark.

"That one's not for the show," she said. "That one's for keeping."

Nobody argued. Bert went out to the end plot with a trowel, lifted the radish whole, and carried it to the shed in both hands like a christening cake. Dilys wrapped it in newspaper. Mrs Oakshott, after a long look at the drawing, asked the girl if she could do her a leaf.