Black and grey tattoo of a woman with closed eyes, birds and a peony on the outer thigh, shown on a kneeling person.

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Woman portrait with birds and peony on thigh

Botanical · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows a woman's head in profile with her eyes closed and her hair gathered in a high bun, with two birds perched above and beside her. A large peony flower and leaves sit below her face and across the lower part of the design. The piece is worked in black and grey with fine linework and soft shading, set against bare skin on the outer thigh.

Botanical Thigh Woman Portrait Bird Peony Flower Hair bun Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The swallows came in off the sea again this morning, three of them, and settled on the rail of the lamp room as if they had paid for the view. Mam would have shooed them. I let them stay. You asked in your last letter whether the peonies by the cottage door had come up, and they have, though the frost took the first buds, so I've covered the rest with an old sack and weighed it down with stones.

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Mr Ashdown from the mainland boat says the new keeper's wife at Carrick Point has taken to painting birds on the lime wash of her kitchen wall. She sits by the window when the light turns gold, he says, and the gulls come down to the sill as if she has called them. I told him gulls go where there is bread. He laughed and said I was no romantic, which is true enough, but I have kept the lamp trimmed for nineteen years and I know what a bird means when it stops on a rail.

On the night the storm took the lower fence, I climbed the tower with the paraffin and found a sparrow dead on the gallery, its feathers soaked flat. I buried it under the big pink peony Mam loved, and I said nothing over it, because there was nothing to say that the wind had not already said louder.

Come at the equinox if the boat runs. The peony has one bloom open, dark as a wet plum. I will show you the stone with the bird scratched on it, and you can tell me whether I am being foolish. Your brother, Tom.