Traditional style tattoos of red roses, a butterfly and an animal head on the calves of two legs resting on a floral bedsheet.

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Traditional roses and animal tattoos on legs

Traditional · Calf · Colour · Photo

Two bare legs rest on a bed covered with a pink rose-print sheet, showing several tattoos on the calves and shins. The largest motifs are two red roses with dark green leaves, with a smaller butterfly and an animal head with bold black outlines. The linework is heavy and the roses are shaded in red and green, with the composition running from the knees down to the ankles.

Traditional Calf Rose Butterfly Animal head Leaves Flower

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The roses behind the winding house had come through another winter, and Ada Pattinson wanted the deep red ones cut before the lamp men came off shift. She went down the cinder path with the shears in her apron pocket, past the fox that lived under the coal chute and watched her with its head low, as if it had been expecting her for years and was not impressed by the wait.

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Nobody in Eldon Row had planted those bushes. Her grandfather said they were there before the pit was sunk, a stubborn cutting from a garden the company had flattened, and every spring the buds pushed up through the black dust like something refusing to be told. The men called them the company's apology. Ada called them nothing at all, because talking about them made her feel she was keeping a secret from the colliery.

Walter Dixon found her at the fence with a fistful of stems wrapped in the Shields Gazette. He asked what the roses were for, and she said the chapel window, which was not true, and he said nothing, which was kinder. A small brown butterfly had settled on the back of her hand and stayed there while they talked, its wings opening and closing as if it were counting the seconds until the whistle. When the shift horn sounded across the valley, she lifted her hand and the butterfly went up over the slag, pale against the smoke, and the roses were left in Walter's arms, still wet, still red enough to show up in the dark.