Black blackwork tattoo of a tree within a circle, with branches dissolving into flying birds, on a person's upper back.

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Tree in a circle with birds on upper back

Blackwork · Back · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows a bare tree with dense, spreading branches and exposed roots enclosed in a solid black circle. Small birds lift from the upper branches and fly off to the right, fading into the skin. The ink is solid black with clean edges on a pale, softly lit back, with the frame cropped at the shoulder.

Blackwork Botanical Back Tree Root Branches Bird Circle

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the roots, child, they come up through the path like knuckles on a sleeping hand. That is the old oak at the edge of Harrow Wold, and it has been holding the village up for longer than the church has held the bell. When the first Pearce girl went up the hill to marry a man from over the water, she stood under that oak and asked it for three things: a fair crossing, a warm hearth, and a way back if the hearth turned cold. The oak gave her the first two without a word. The third it gave her in birds.

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She went down the valley in the spring with a ring on a cord round her neck, and every morning for seven years a flock of sparrows came out of the top branches and flew east, towards the sea, where she had gone. Her mother counted them from the kitchen step. Her husband thought they were a nuisance and tried to net them. The oak only shook its crown and let them go, because that was the bargain: whatever leaves the tree must come home to it, but only when the owner has done with the going.

On the eighth winter a single bird came back over the ridge in a snow squall, dropped onto the lowest bough, and sang once in a voice that sounded exactly like her. Then the whole flock followed, settling into the branches until the oak looked like it was wearing black leaves. Her mother walked up the frozen path with a lantern and found, between the roots, a ring on a cord, and a note in a hand she knew: The hearth is cold. Come and keep the oak company, Mam.