Botanical tattoo of red poppies and dark green foliage with black linework across the shoulder and upper arm.

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Red poppies with foliage on a shoulder

Botanical · Shoulder · Mixed · Photo

The tattoo shows several red-orange poppy flowers with black outlines and soft shading, arranged in a cluster over the shoulder and upper arm. Dark sprigs of foliage with fine black linework fill the gaps between the blooms and frame the design. The image is a close, slightly angled photograph with a blurred background, and the wearer's face is not visible.

Botanical Shoulder Poppy Flower Foliage Leaves Sprig

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The allotment gate stuck in the wet, the way Grandad always said it would, so I had to lift it by the hinge to get the barrow through. Nobody had touched the plot since March. Bindweed had taken the bed by the water butt, but in the far corner, under the fence where the sun lingered longest, the poppies had come up on their own: a dozen orange-red cups on thin hairy stems, their grey-green leaves gone feathery at the edges.

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His seed tin was on the shed shelf beside the twine and the jar of bent nails. Folded inside a brown envelope was a note in his square capitals: POPPIES FOR MRS OKAFOR. DO NOT LET THEM SEED ON THE PATH. Mrs Okafor had lived at number nine for forty years and died in January. I had never known there was any arrangement between them. I had assumed the poppies were just Grandad being Grandad, stubborn about things that did not need explaining.

I knelt at the corner. The petals were bruised from the rain, and the seedheads had already formed, each one a little grey pepper pot. I snapped the nearest and tipped its seeds into my palm, dark as ground pepper. Across the fence her rosemary leaned through the wire, still clipped square on the side he used to reach. He must have gone over every Sunday with his secateurs and a cup of tea, and never once mentioned it.

I pressed the seeds into the soil along the fence with my thumb, one for him and one for her, and left the gate open behind me so the wind could take whatever was left.