Traditional tattoo of a shaded skull with a bouquet of colourful flowers and green leaves spilling from its top, on a forearm.

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Skull with flower bouquet on a forearm

Traditional · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

A shaded black and grey skull sits at the lower right, with a bouquet of flowers and green leaves rising out of its open crown. The flowers include blue, pink, purple, red and orange blooms with yellow centres, outlined in bold black lines. The skull uses smooth grey shading against bright, solid colour fills on a light background.

Traditional Forearm Skull Flower Bouquet Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Brother Anselm found the skull while turning the bed beneath the south wall, where the winter rain had washed the soil thin along the old burial strip. Its crown was cracked clean across, and when he rinsed the grit from its eye sockets he thought it looked less like a warning than an empty jug. He carried it to the cloister garden in both hands, the way a man carries bread.

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Prior Edmund objected at once. A skull was for the charnel house, he said, not for a windowsill and a pot of asters. Anselm agreed that the dead should rest, then pointed out that the earth had never once asked permission before it fed them roses. He packed the cracked crown with good black compost, set in a clump of sweet william, a few blue cornflowers, a scarlet poppy the birds had left alone, and a pink mallow that wanted to climb. Within a month the bouquet spilled over the brow like something the skull had been waiting years to hold.

At Vespers the prior came into the garden alone. He stood a long time before the bench, then bent to read the scratched initials on the bone above the left cheek. They were faint, but he knew the hand. He sat down heavily, and when the bell began he did not rise to go in. Anselm, watering the bed nearby, saw him reach out and cut one blue bloom from the stem, then tuck it under his own cord.

The skull stayed on the sill through the summer. Nobody argued about it again, and every morning someone new found a reason to water it.