Realistic red poppy tattoo with a green stem curving across the forearm, shown in colour on a plastic-covered surface.

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Red poppy on a forearm

Realism · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A single red poppy in bloom, with a thin green stem curving out to the left. The petals show soft shading in deep red and darker maroon, and the centre has dark stamens tipped with yellow. The flower sits on the forearm against a plain skin background and a dark, glossy surface.

Realism Botanical Forearm Poppy Flower Petal Stem Stamen

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The Mary Ellen came in on the Tuesday tide with half a hold of herring and a red poppy wedged under the wheelhouse hatch, crushed flat but still bright as a signal flag. Nobody in Cullerby had planted one that year. Rosa Pelling, who kept the net shed at the harbour mouth, swore it had blown across from the allotments behind the chapel, though those were a mile inland and the wind had been coming off the sea for a fortnight.

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She pressed it between the pages of the tide ledger, the one where her late husband had written every boat's catch in pencil. The next Tuesday there was another, folded into the bowline of the Ardent. Then one on the grey cork float that had come up in Harold Wray's net, though Harold swore he had never once in forty years brought up anything but cod and rope. The skippers started joking about it at the slipway. Rosa stopped joking when she found one tucked behind the lamp on her own boat's bow.

In March the fleet went out into a sea the colour of slate and only the Kestrel failed to come back. Rosa walked the wall every morning after that, looking east. On the fourth morning she found a poppy lying on the stone where the lifeboat ramp meets the water, dry as paper and still red at the heart. She picked it up, carried it to the shed, and pinned it to the board beside the names. The wind turned round that afternoon and the Kestrel's lights came in with the dusk.