Black and grey neo-traditional tattoo of a woman holding a moon, with a rose below, on the thigh, shown in a three-panel close-up collage.

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Woman with moon and rose on thigh

Neo-trad · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

A woman with long wavy hair, beaded jewellery and an ornate headdress holds a large crescent moon against her body, with a shaded rose at the bottom of the design. The linework is bold and clean, and the greyscale shading and dotted detailing build up the face, hair and petals. The main panel shows the full piece on the upper leg, with the left and right panels giving close-up views of the face and lips.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The fair came to Tollbridge with the first frost, and by the third night the moon had stopped rising over the church. Men with lanterns walked out onto the common to see where it had gone. Bram Calloway found it in the rose beds behind the coconut shy, lying on the wet grass like a dropped plate, and he carried it across the field to Marisol's booth because nobody else would touch it.

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Marisol kept the booth with a painted headdress hung in the doorway, and she did not say much to the men who came to gawp. She sat with the moon in her lap, cold as a well stone, and told Bram it had been made to light the road for a girl who ran off with the fair years before and never came back. The moon had been left behind to wait for her. It was heavy because it was full of waiting.

The rose was the part Marisol asked about. Every autumn the fair pitched in the same field, and every autumn a white rose opened in the hedge beside the big wheel, though nobody had ever planted one there. Marisol said it was the girl's name, folded small. Bram took a spade out to the hedge and dug under the roots, and he found a tin box tied with faded ribbon, a string of jet beads and a handful of seed.

He gave the moon back that night, lifting it onto the iron nail of the church steeple where it belonged. The rose stayed in the field, and the fair left at dawn with its lamps still burning. Some say it has come back to Tollbridge every autumn since, and that a girl with a lantern walks the lane before the frost, checking that the moon is hanging where she left it.