Colour tattoo of two sunflowers with pink blossoms and green stems in a traditional botanical style, on the outer thigh of a person wearing a floral skirt.

Sunflowers and pink blossoms on the thigh

Traditional · Thigh · Colour · Photo

The design shows two sunflowers with dark brown centres and orange-yellow petals, joined by pink five-petalled blossoms, buds and green stems that trail across the thigh. Bold black outlines define the petals and leaves, with smooth colour fills and simple shading in the flower centres. The tattoo fills the upper thigh in a loose diagonal arrangement, and the photo is taken at close range against a bed and a black floral skirt.

Traditional Botanical Thigh Sunflower Blossom Flower Bud Leaf Stem Floral Petal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Now, you'll want to know why the sunflowers on the fourth floor of Carrick House all faced the wrong way for a whole summer, and I'll tell you, though my knees complain about the stairs I have to climb to get there. Mrs Okafor's flat had the only balcony that caught the sun from breakfast until the bells of St Anne's rang six, and she had a rule about it. Nobody touched her pots. Not the council man, not the lads with the football, not even her own son when he came home in his fancy car with his fancier opinions.

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That June she planted sunflower seed from a paper packet, three to a tub, and the blossom came up pink along the walkway below, where the Lindqvist sisters had set out a row of tin buckets because the soil on the estate was grey as dishwater. Those two never agreed on anything. One wanted the bindweed pulled, the other wanted it left for the bees. By July the stems had twined through the railings as if they'd been introduced at a party and decided to stay.

The sunflowers grew so tall that their great heads hung over the walkway and looked straight down at the bins, and then they began to turn, slow as a clock, following the sun across the car park. One evening the sisters came up with a bucket of water and found the two heads had quarrelled their way round to face each other, petals touching over the rail. Nobody argued after that. Mrs Okafor said they'd got the measure of each other, and I suppose that was true enough.

When the seeds dried in September, the whole block came out with paper bags, and the lads carried the heavy heads down the stairs like trophies. Mind the third step, it's loose. Mind it still.