Black and grey sun and moon tattoos on the forearms of a man in a seersucker waistcoat, gingham shirt and mustard bow tie.

Sun and moon tattoos on forearms

Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The photograph shows a man's forearms, with a crescent moon and a sun, each with a face, on the left arm and a small star near the wrist, and a sun with a face on the right arm. The linework is bold, with solid black areas and grey shading. The torso is cropped at the chin, and the outfit of seersucker waistcoat, gingham shirt and mustard bow tie sits against a pale beach backdrop.

Forearm Sun Moon Star Face

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The toll-keeper at Harrow Gap had kept the pass for forty winters, and she knew the sun and the moon by their faces better than she knew her own sons. Each evening the moon climbed the eastern shoulder with her cheeks drawn pale and her mouth set in a sulk, and each morning the sun hauled himself over the western ridge, red-eyed and complaining about the cold. Between them, a small star kept watch above the gatepost, and it was the star who first carried the moon's request down the pass.

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She was tired of the dark, the moon said. She wanted to see the carters' faces, the mules picking their way over the scree, the washing strung between the inn windows. The sun grumbled that he had never once been allowed a night off, but he agreed, provided the swap lasted only three days and the star kept the tally. So on the appointed morning the moon went down behind the ridge and the sun stayed where he was, and the moon rose at noon, which made everyone squint.

The moon found the day far too bright and far too hot, and the mules would not stop blinking. The sun, shut in the night, found he could hear the streams talking to each other and the owls arguing over the gate. On the third evening they met on the shoulder of the pass, each a little thinner from the change, and neither said a word about it. The toll-keeper hung two coins on the gatepost, one gold and one silver, and the star settled between them, bright as a tack in a boot-sole, and stayed there.