Uncharted Ink

Title: Uncharted Ink

In the realm where art meets skin,
Tattooists wield their creative might,
But there are popular designs akin,
That on their canvases they won’t incite.

First, beware of the feathered flight,
Too often adorned on countless wrists,
The once unique, now lost in sight,
Destined to fade amidst the mists.

Next, the profound infinity symbol,
That binds eternity within a loop,
Though beautiful, it has become a trifle,
A cliche that now fails to recoup.

Ah, the flock of delicate birds in flight,
Once a symbol of freedom and grace,
But repetitive patterns lose their light,
And the artists yearn for a unique space.

Steer clear of the dreamcatcher’s realm,
Its intricate web meant to trap bad dreams,
Though its intention may overwhelm,
Originality wanes as each design teems.

Alas! The arrow, pointing towards growth,
Has found its target a tad too often,
Once a token of moving forward, in both,
Design and meaning, it now suffers a soften.

Lastly, the once-so-enigmatic mandala,
Pervading every inch of tender flesh,
Its sacred circles now crave some gala,
The artisans seek less of its recurring mesh.