Black line design of a triangle with a circle and vertical line, a trident above, a bird with an arrow on the left, flames on the right and a rune below.

Triangle, circle and bird design with trident and flames

Black and grey · Flash

A bold black design of a triangle enclosing a circle and a vertical line, with a trident at the top. Two circles sit either side of the triangle, one holding a bird with spread wings and an arrow, the other holding stylised flames. A angular rune sits beneath the base. The design uses solid black silhouettes and clean strokes on a plain white background, with no shading.

Triangle Circle Trident Bird Arrow Flame Rune

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody on the Sallow estuary would take the crossing that October, not after the tide ran backwards three nights running. So Ada Vell rowed it herself, the oilcloth bundle lashed under the thwart and grey spray stinging her collar. Inside the bundle were the three things her father had left her: a fish spear with its tines filed to points, a pewter ring no wider than a saucer, and an ash arrow fletched with a single goose feather that still caught the light when she held it up.

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The sandbar chapel stood where the church had been before the sea took the parish. Her brother Tom was waiting on its step with his hands in his coat, the way he had waited at the quay the day they buried their mother. 'You brought the lot,' he said. 'Dad said you would, if the water came back.' She passed him the ring first. He turned it over, found a rune cut into its underside, and looked at it for a long while.

'It opens the gate under the sand,' Tom said, 'but only when a flame is lit on the far bank.' Across the water the lighthouse keeper had already set a brazier on the shingle, orange tongues licking up into the dusk. Ada understood then what their father had been doing all those winters: keeping the three pieces apart so that no single person could hold the whole crossing. She tipped the spear into the channel. It sank without a sound.

Tom kept the ring and Ada kept the arrow. Rowing home, she felt the feather tug toward the far bank, where the brazier still burned, and knew the arrow would never let her forget the crossing.