Colour botanical tattoo of red hibiscus flowers with green leaves and buds on the outer thigh, shown in a realistic style.

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Red hibiscus cluster on a thigh

Botanical · Thigh · Colour · Photo

A cluster of three red hibiscus flowers with yellow centres and stamens sits on the outer thigh, with a small bud at the top and green leaves around the base. The petals are shaded with darker red folds and lighter highlights, giving them a realistic, dimensional look. The design curves along the leg, with the buds and a single stem extending upward toward the hip against a dark background.

Botanical Realism Thigh Hibiscus Flower Leaves Bud Stem

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Peel that proper, boy, the skin's the only worthwhile bit left on those spuds. Pass me the salt, not the grey tin, that's the sorrow box Cook's mate keeps his baccy in. You want to know about the flower pot wedged behind the coal bin? Then keep your hands busy. I bought the cutting off a woman with a barrow in Papeete, the year the Ardent Mary lay three weeks in harbour waiting on copra that never came. Dusty little stick in a jam tin, she said it was hibiscus, and she said the flowers last one day only.

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That's the trick of them. Every morning the bush throws out a new bloom, red as a fever, all crumpled silk like it's just been slept in. By dark it's dropped on the deck and the wind has the petals off to the scuppers. Four years I've carried that bush round the Horn and back, through forty-foot seas and a fire in the bread locker, and it never once gave up. Captain wanted it chucked over the side twice. I told him the cook keeps what the cook likes, and he has the sense not to argue with a man holding a cleaver.

So last night I went to water it, same as always, and there was a bud on the top no bigger than a thimble, shut tight and green at the seams. Tomorrow it'll open. The day after, it'll drop. I'll be stood here with this knife, going on about it to the likes of you. That's a life at sea, boy. Mind the eyes on that one, you've left half the spud behind.