Colour tattoo of two sunflowers with green leaves and feathers beside a black-lined dreamcatcher, placed on the side of the torso.

Sunflowers and dreamcatcher on the side

Botanical · Ribs · Mixed · Photo

A dreamcatcher with a circular web of fine black lines hangs with three shaded feathers, while two yellow sunflowers with dark centres sit on its right side. The sunflowers and green leaves use shading within the petals, and the feathers are rendered in grey and black with fine striations. The design is shown against plain skin with a soft, slightly blurred background.

Botanical Geometric Ribs Dreamcatcher Sunflower Feather Leaf Web Mandala

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The seed heads had gone heavy by the second week of August, and Maud had to tie the stalks to the fence wire before the wind off the Wash could snap them. Her brother Eddie had hung the first web in the barn the summer he came home from the army, a willow hoop wound with grey thread and knotted at eight points like a clock face. He said it would catch the bad dreams. Maud said it would catch moths and dust, and she left it there anyway.

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Eddie never said where the feathers came from. Three of them hung from the bottom ring, barred and shadowed, and when the jackdaws came down to the stubble each morning Maud noticed one missing from the wheat stooks, then another. She didn't ask. She only swept the barn floor and found quills wedged between the boards. That year the sunflowers grew taller than the hay bales, their faces turning east every morning the way Eddie used to swing his legs off the gate.

In September the heads were cut and laid out on the drying racks in the yard. Maud sat with a bowl between her knees and rubbed the dark centres until the black seeds fell out like grit. The web still hung in the barn, catching dust in the light from the high window. She counted the knots again, eight, the same number of petals she had drawn on the back of a seed packet when she was nine, and she thought about how the night air moved through the gaps and kept nothing that was worth keeping.

On the last morning of harvest she carried the largest head out to the gate and set it facing the road. By noon it had turned its back on the sun and was looking the other way, out towards the fen and the grey line of the sea, where Eddie's boat had left and never come back.