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Spread-winged owl with Celtic knotwork

Blackwork · Black and grey · Flash

A symmetrical owl with wings fully spread faces the viewer, with a round face and large eyes at the centre. Its wings and tail are filled with rows of dots and layered feather shapes, while the body carries interlaced Celtic knotwork and spirals appear at the shoulders of the wings. The design is drawn in solid black lines on a plain off-white background, with no colour.

Blackwork Dotwork Owl Wing Knotwork Spiral Feather Dot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Margit had the ovens lit by half three, the way her father had taught her, and the first tray of bloomers was already cooling on the rack when the owl came in through the yard door. It did not drop down from the flue like a bird with any sense. It arrived on the draught, wings opened wide to fill the whole back room, and settled on the flour bin with the air of a customer who had been waiting.

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"We're not open," she told it. It turned its round face toward her, two pale discs with rings inside them like the rings in a cut loaf, and blinked once, slowly.

She had heard the stories from the old carter who bought her bread: the owl that sits on the sill of anyone up before the light and asks one question. Nobody agreed on the question. Margit tore the heel off a loaf still warm from the tin and set it on the bench between them, because her mother had always said you did not turn away a guest who came at that hour.

The owl ate nothing. Instead it lifted one wing, the feathers rippling in rows of dots like beads on a string, and pointed a single spiral toward the window. Grey was seeping into the glass. Somewhere past the canal a van was starting up. "Yes," Margit said. "I know. The shutters are late." She drew the bolt, and the morning came in cold and clean and smelling of yeast, and the owl lifted off the flour bin and was gone before the light reached the knots on its breast.