Colour tattoo of a flower bouquet with red poppies, an orange dahlia and green seed pods on the side of a thigh.

Red and orange floral bouquet on a thigh

Botanical · Thigh · Colour · Photo

A bouquet of flowers includes two red poppies with dark centres, several red rounded blooms, a large orange dahlia-style flower and green seed pods on thin stems. Green leaves frame the arrangement, with soft shading on the petals and foliage. The design is set on the outer thigh and hip, with a person's hands resting on the skin at the top and right of the frame.

Botanical Neo-trad Thigh Flower Poppy Dahlia Seed pod Leaves Bouquet

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nell had been sorting dahlia tubers since breakfast, the shed door propped open with a bread crate so the cold kept them asleep. Her father's handwriting on the paper bags had faded to the colour of weak tea. Bishop's Gold, 1989. Shirley poppy, mixed. She tipped the knuckled tubers onto yesterday's newspaper and counted them twice, the way he used to, lips moving, as if the number might change if she didn't watch it.

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Outside, rime lay white on the yard and the ewes called from the bottom field. Tom had rung from Carlisle the night before to say the estate agent wanted the place photographed by March, that the north border was a waste of good ground, and that she could keep the sheds if she was sentimental about sheds. She hadn't answered him. Instead she had taken the bucket and the bread knife out to the border and cut the poppy heads while they were still green, shaking each one so the seeds rattled inside like dice.

Back in the shed she laid the pods along the windowsill where the low sun would find them, grey-green and tight as fists. The ranunculus corms came out of a biscuit tin last, dry and papery, and she set them apart on a saucer. Her mother had grown those red ones against the south wall for forty years, and nobody had ever managed them anywhere else.

By dusk the cold had got into her fingers. She wrapped the best tubers in newspaper, labelled each bag in capitals, and stacked them under the bench where frost could not reach. Then, beneath her father's faded words, she wrote the year in pencil and, after a moment, her own name.