Fine line drawing in dark blue ink of a bouquet with two poppy-style flowers, lavender sprigs and a tied ribbon, shown as a tattoo design on paper.

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Wildflower bouquet line drawing

Fine line · Black and grey · Flash

A sketchbook drawing of a bouquet tied with a loose ribbon, with two open cup-shaped flowers, several tall lavender-like spikes and small leafy stems. The linework is fine and even in dark blue ink, with little or no shading, so the design is outline only. The bouquet is centred on a cream page, slightly angled, with the spiral edge of a notebook visible at the left.

Fine line Botanical Bouquet Flower Poppy Lavender Wildflower Ribbon Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The ribbon had to be tied twice. The first knot slid as soon as Jo lifted the stems, and Ruth, who had grown every one of these flowers on the allotment behind the chapel, took the bundle off her and said a knot that slid on a wedding morning would slide all afternoon. She had her reading glasses pushed up into grey hair and a smear of green on one cheek. Outside, the vicar's car was reversing into the lane, and somebody was shouting for the cake.

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Jo had expected shop roses, the sort her cousin had ordered and then cried over. Instead Ruth had walked her down the rows at six that morning, cutting poppies with kitchen scissors, their papery petals already crumpling in the warm air. Lavender, for luck and for the smell. A few sprigs of the silvery stuff that grew by the gate, which nobody could name and everyone pretended to know. Jo had asked why poppies, and Ruth said they were the first thing she ever grew on her own, the year her husband Alan went into hospital and she needed something to do with her hands.

Now the bouquet sat on the kitchen table in a jam jar, and the two open poppies leaned toward each other like people about to share a secret. Jo wound the ribbon round the stems once more, pulled the knot tight, and held her breath while Ruth let go. It held. Ruth picked up the loose ends and cut them into long diagonal points, the way Alan used to cut string on parcels.

"Leave one loose," Ruth said. "Somebody always wants to undo it." Jo laughed and carried the flowers out to the car, the ribbon ends trailing over her wrist, and the lane smelled of cut grass and lavender all the way to the chapel gate.