Colour tattoo of a blue and white teacup with a heart pattern, a tea bag tag and pink cherry blossoms on a limb, in a traditional style.

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Teacup and cherry blossom tattoo

Traditional · Other · Colour · Photo

A blue and white teacup sits on a saucer, with a heart motif and scrolling floral detail on the cup and a tea bag tag hanging from the side. Pink cherry blossoms with yellow centres surround the cup, and the tattoo is drawn with bold black outlines. Flat blue and pink colour is combined with grey shading on the cup, saucer and tag.

Traditional Botanical Other Teacup Saucer Heart Cherry blossom Flower Floral pattern

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The crate split open in the third week out of Foochow, and by the time you had it lashed to the rail, half the blue and white cups had gone to shards and the rest were wrapped in damp paper that smelled of camphor. Mr Ashby wanted every piece counted before the Cape, so you knelt on the wet planks with a ledger balanced on your knee and went through them one at a time, calling the tally up to the purser.

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Most were plain, with a band of fret pattern around the rim and a bird painted in the bottom. One was different. Someone had worked a heart into the glaze, looped and scrolled with leaves, and tied to its handle was a paper tag gone soft as cloth, with a scrap of pink petal pressed flat beneath the string. The tag said only Marsh Lane, kitchen, for the mistress, in a hand that bore down hard on the downstrokes.

The purser wanted it written as breakage. You wrote it as a survivor, which was not the same thing. On the fourth night, when the watch was changing and nobody looked your way, you filled that cup from the galley urn, dropped in a pinch of the Keemun that had come through the damp, and carried it up to the rail. The tea came out the colour of old brass. You drank it standing, the way the sailors did, and let the last petal go over the side, pink for a moment against the dark swell before the wake took it.