Traditional swallow tattoo holding a leafy sprig, with a red rose and rosebud on a forearm, shaded in grey with red and yellow accents.

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Swallow and rose on a forearm

Traditional · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

A grey and black swallow holds a leafy sprig in its beak, set beside a large open red rose and a rosebud on a stem. The bird is shaded with smooth grey tones and bold dark outlines, while the rose and leaves use solid red, yellow highlights and darker grey shading. The design runs up the forearm, with the swallow's tail sweeping down the lower part of the arm.

Traditional Forearm Swallow Rose Rosebud Leaves Sprig Bird

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, the lot of you, and mind the cake, because this is about the swallow that came to Ada Pring's wedding and would not be shifted. My grandmother swore it was the same bird that had nested under the eaves of the chapel the summer before, and I never once argued, because she had a way of saying a thing that made you check your own memory.

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It was June, and the rose bush by the lychgate was in full red bloom, which the vicar said was a sign of something, though nobody could agree what. Ada was late. Her father had gone down to the harbour to fetch the ring from Tomas Kell, who had beaten it out of a bent sixpence and a sliver of silver off a drowned man's watch, and the tide had come in faster than anyone reckoned. We stood about in our good shoes waiting, and that swallow sat on the lychgate and kept turning its head at us, a sprig of something green crushed in its beak.

When the cart finally came round the bend, the bird lifted off the gate, dropped the sprig at Ada's feet as she stepped down, and was gone over the churchyard wall before anyone could shoo it. Ada picked the sprig up. It was rue, bitter as sin, the kind her mother kept in the window against bad luck.

My grandmother said that was the swallow's wedding gift, and that a swallow only ever carries what it means to leave behind. Ada laughed at that. Then she married Tomas anyway, and kept the rue pressed in the family Bible for forty years, so I suppose the bird had a point.