Colour neo-trad tattoo of a grey unicorn with a teal horn and pink and purple mane on the upper arm.

Unicorn tattoo on an upper arm

Neo-trad · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

A grey unicorn with a teal horn, turquoise-gemmed bridle and flowing pink and purple mane, accented by yellow stars. Bold black outlines define the forms, with soft grey shading on the horse's body, hooves and mane. Bright colours dominate the composition, which curves around the upper arm with a patterned teal and orange blanket edge behind the horse.

Neo-trad Upper arm Unicorn Horse Horn Mane Star Gemstone

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The showman wanted the horn sawn off before the fair reached Ely, because a real horn fetched nothing at the gate and a painted board fetched sixpence a look. Maud Tallis said nothing to that. She carried the oat bucket down the caravan steps at first light and found the grey mare standing in the straw, her head low, the teal horn catching what little sun came through the slats.

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Her mane was the colour of the sugar on the candyfloss stall, pink running into violet, and it had grown longer every week of the summer though nobody had cut it. Maud combed it with her fingers. She knew the old story about horses kept behind canvas, how they wait until the last lamp is out and then walk through the wall of the tent as if it were smoke. She had never believed it until the mare looked at her and lowered her chin, the way a person does when they are ready to leave.

So on the last night at Ely, Maud unbuckled the bridle with its turquoise boss, folded the scalloped blanket in four, and left both on the bottom step. The mare went out over the stubble and the drainage dykes at a walk, then a canter, and then she was only a grey shape crossing the flat land under the stars, and the yellow stars that had hung in her mane went with her one by one until the sky held them all.

In the morning the showman found the blanket and the bridle and nothing else. He sold the bridle to a dealer in Peterborough. Every October since, the carousel at the Michaelmas fair has had one lantern that burns a little too blue, and a girl who sells candyfloss swears a grey mare stands behind her stall at dusk, waiting for someone to tell her she can go.