Back view of a person with two blue traditional swallow tattoos, one on each side of the upper back near the shoulder blades.

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Two traditional swallows on upper back

Traditional · Back · Colour · Photo

Two matching swallows in flight sit on the upper back, one on each side of the shoulder blades. Each bird has bold black outlines, solid blue wings and a tan or peach chest, with simple shading in the feathers. The tattoos sit against pale skin, and a black lace top with thin straps frames the lower half of the image.

Traditional Back Swallow Bird Pair

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The swallows came back to the harbour wall the week the Marigold was overdue, skimming the grey water in pairs as if someone had sent them to count the boats. Edie watched from the chandlery step with a coil of tarred twine across her knees. Tom's oilskin still hung on the nail behind her because nobody had yet found the heart to take it down.

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Her uncle Frank had always said a swallow meant a sailor had been far enough to turn round and come home. So when the Marigold's lamp finally came round the point at dusk, three days late with a mainsail torn to ribbons, Edie was already on the slip with the lantern. Tom came off the gangplank first, thinner, arguing with the skipper about the sail, and he stopped dead when he saw her.

Next morning at the Crown and Anchor, she sat across from him while he sketched on the back of a bill of lading. Two birds, forked tails swept back, wings filled in solid blue, breasts the colour of weak tea, every line inked heavy as a hull. 'Twice,' he said, not looking up. 'One for each way the wind blew us out and dragged us back.' She did not ask who would keep the other one flying.

When the ink had dried, he showed her in the bedroom mirror, twisting to see over his shoulder. The birds sat either side of his spine like they had just landed on a wire. Out on the water the real swallows were dipping low over the harbour, and Edie found herself counting them, one and two, the way she had counted Tom off the pier as a boy.