Black fine line ornamental tattoo of diamonds, scrolls and dots on the side of the ribs, shown in a black and grey photo.

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Symmetrical ornament tattoo on the ribs

Fine line · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

A symmetrical ornamental design sits vertically on the side of the torso, built from a diamond-shaped motif, four-pointed stars, spiral scrolls and small dots. The linework is thin, even and solid black, with the open areas of skin left unshaded. The photo is black and grey, with soft light and the arm visible at the top edge.

Fine line Ribs Ornament Scroll Diamond Star Dot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, sit down, and mind the cat, she's been waiting on this one since Tuesday. You'll know the old iron gate at the top of Kell Lane, the one with the diamonds and the curling bits like a fern that's been told a secret? That gate was made by Ora Tennant, the winter the herring boats stopped coming in.

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She had a forge behind the chapel and hands like shoe leather. Mrs Brannock came up the lane one grey morning with a drawing on the back of a tide table and asked for a gate that would keep the wind out of her garden. Ora looked at the drawing a long while. It had four-pointed stars stacked in a column, scrolls for the sea spray, and a little dot for each night her husband had been gone. Ora said nothing about the dots. She just took the iron.

Three months she hammered. Every star she made with four even points, because a star that wobbles is a star that drowns, her mother used to say. Every scroll she curled back on itself so the wind would have to go round and round and tire itself out. When the gate was hung, it was the same top to bottom, like a held breath, and the diamond in the middle had a hole punched through it at the exact height of a woman's hand.

Mrs Brannock hung a lantern on that hook every night for thirty years. The boats came home one by one, and the lantern was the last thing they saw before the lane. Ora never told her the gate was built to be looked through, not kept shut. Mrs Brannock worked it out herself, the way people on islands do, slowly and without fuss.