Black and white photo of a fine outline tattoo of three roses with leaves running down the outer thigh, with a tattooist's hands working nearby.

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Three outline roses with leaves on a thigh

Botanical · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows three rose heads stacked down the outer thigh, each drawn in single black outline with inner petal lines and no shading. Pointed leaves sit between and beside the blooms, with the linework kept clean and even across the design. The photograph is black and white, with the skin filling most of the frame and two hands holding the leg at the left and bottom.

Botanical Thigh Rose Leaves Flower

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, you, before the tide takes the bench. Three boats came out of Porthellan the spring the old yard burned, and every one of them was named for a rose, because Mabel Tregear had a rose bush by her back door and wouldn't hear of anything else. Rosehip, Briar Vane and Lady Ember. Nobody in the fleet could tell which was which without the hand-painted boards, so they tied the names to the masts and let the gulls argue about it.

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The trouble came with the wind in March. The Ember went out ahead of the others, and the sea came up grey and quick, the way it does when it has an opinion. Old Tom Pelling ran his lamp along the water and counted three white heads bobbing past the breakwater, which was two more than he had any right to see. Hold on, he told them, and they did, all three of them, in a line like petals on a stem, until the squall passed over and left the harbour wall standing exactly where it had always been.

Mabel drew the roses for the sternboards herself that summer, in plain black ink, one outline at a time, no shading, because she said shading was for people with time to waste. She set a pointed leaf beside each bloom so the boats would always have something green to come home to. When the Ember was broken up for her timber, they found her board tucked under the bench, and the lines on it were still clean and even, as if she had never once lifted the pen.

Now pass me that cup, and mind the step.