Watercolour-style red and orange poppies with black linework and blue ink splashes across a person's lower back.

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Watercolour poppies on lower back

Botanical · Back · Colour · Photo

The photograph shows a bare back with a tattoo of three poppy flowers on stems that sweep diagonally down towards the waist. The petals are drawn with fine dark outlines and filled with loose red, orange and yellow washes, with small dark specks and blue-black splashes along the stems. The colour dominates the composition against a plain dark background, and the tattoo is the clear focal point.

Botanical Back Poppy Flower Petal Stem Splash

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ruby had been told the poppies would never survive the wind on the eleventh floor, so she kept them in two paint-spattered buckets on the balcony rail and watered them every morning from a washing-up bowl before the bus. The seeds had come in a brown envelope from the librarian on Dorset Road, who said they were the sort that grew in bombsites and cracked pavements, which Ruby decided was a fair recommendation.

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Mr Pemberton in flat 14 complained about the buckets in a letter pushed under the door, written in green ink and signed with a flourish. Ruby answered by painting a flower on the back of it. She used the old tin of watercolours her nan had left, the reds bleeding into orange where she tipped the brush, and she drew the stems in a thin black line that kept wandering off the page. By the third week the paper had buckled around her pencil marks, and she had stopped being sure which flowers were real.

On Thursday the wind came up from the car park and took the tallest bloom clean off its stem. Ruby watched it spiral past the windows of floors nine and eight and drop out of sight towards the bins. She ran down twelve flights to look, which was a stupid thing to do, and found it face-up on the wet tarmac beside a shopping trolley, the petals still holding their colour. She carried it back up in her palm like something alive.

That evening she pressed it between two pages of the sketchbook and painted it again, bigger, with a dark wash running out from the stem where rain had got into the bucket. Mr Pemberton's green ink appeared under the door the next morning. It said only: Keep the bucket dry, it's a tripping hazard. Beneath it, in a different pen, someone had added a small blue-black splash, the same colour as the ink, and Ruby decided that counted as a yes.