Two cartoon tattoos side by side: a winged pony with a blue mane on the thigh, and a cherub with a curl on the upper back.

Winged pony and cherub tattoos on thigh and back

Thigh · Mixed · Photo

Two cartoon-style tattoos sit side by side on bare skin. On the left thigh, a winged pony with a blue mohawk-style mane, a red collar and grey shading on its hooves and legs. On the upper back to the right, a chubby cherub with a blonde curl sits on a cloud, drawn in fine grey outlines with light shading. The photo is taken close up with the tattoos filling most of the frame.

Thigh Back Cherub Cartoon character Cloud

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The pony in Ashcombe top field had a mane dyed the blue of a kingfisher, wings folded like wet linen, and no intention whatsoever of being ridden. Mrs Pell at the forge said it was the wings that made it vain. Every morning it stood on the gate and looked east, as if the sea had promised it something.

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One October a cherub came up the lane on a cloud no bigger than a tea towel. He was round as a loaf, gold-curled, and sat with his legs crossed, eating windfall apples and dropping the cores on the verge. The reunion supper was on in the schoolroom that Saturday, the first in thirty years, and the old pupils were lighting the paraffin lamps when he settled himself on the piano lid and pointed through the window at the pony.

He had a bargain. If the pony would carry him over the ridge and down to the schoolroom, he would lift the pony's name off the list of things nobody ever finished. The pony asked what that meant. The cherub said it meant he would be remembered for something besides the wings. They went up in a rush of blue mane, and the cloud came apart behind them like a sneeze.

In the morning the pony was back on the gate with its red collar gone loose, and in the dust of the schoolroom window someone had written, in a careful hand, READ IT AGAIN. Nobody in the village would say who had been the boy who stuttered at the front of that class. The pony still looks east, but now it looks the way a person looks at a letter they have decided to answer.