Red botanical flower tattoo with dark green leaves on the back of a woman's neck, her hair tied up in buns.

Red flower sprig on the back of the neck

Botanical · Neck · Mixed · Photo

A small sprig of red blossoms and dark leaves sits on the side of the neck, shown from behind. The petals have soft, washed-out red shading with a faded edge, while the stems and leaves use darker, bolder ink. The composition is shallow focus against a pale brick wall, with the patterned red and white top filling the lower part of the frame.

Botanical Neck Flower Blossom Leaves Sprig

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The poppies came up late that spring, after the frost had taken the first sowing, and Maud Penhallow walked the whole length of the allotment strip with a tin of cocoa in one hand and a pencil behind her ear, counting what the cold had spared. She was counting for Mr Tallis at the seed shop on Fore Street, who had promised her a shilling for every bloom she could bring in with its stem whole. Most of her shillings that year came from the red ones along the wall, the ones that bled into the bricks when the rain got at them.

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She brought three sprigs into the shop on a Thursday, wrapped in damp newspaper, and laid them on the counter where the scales were. Mr Tallis turned them over with a finger and said the leaves were too dark, that nobody bought dark leaves, and Maud said the leaves were dark because it had rained for a fortnight and the sun was tired of them. He laughed, which she had not expected, and gave her two shillings instead of one.

She never did find out what he meant to do with them. Years later, when the shop had changed hands and the new owner painted the window green, she found a faded card pinned behind the till, a small sprig in red wash with a dark stem, and under it in Mr Tallis's cramped hand: sold to the sea wind, not the frost. She took it home and pinned it above her own kitchen sink, where it stayed until the paper went soft as cloth.