The Man with Blankets

Sometimes a person catches my eye and I am briefly fascinated by them, I'm not sure why exactly but whatever it is about their character fascinates me.
I watched this guy walking by at Rose Quarter...
I didn't draw him immediately, it was later in the day. I had tried to remember as much about his attire and demeanor as possible as the bus drove by...

Fairy's Laugh

A fairy's laugh
nudged him awake
wings aflutter
faint scent of cake

The goblin grunted, frowned
he thrashed with rage
he could not recall
how he had arrived in this cage

He calmed, then slumped
unsure what to do
he peered past the wooden bars
hopeful for a clue

Lithe silhouettes danced in the dusk
a young female pranced closer than the rest
memories flashed at the sight
of the freckles sprinkled across her chest

Smiling chocolate eyes
warm summer air
meadows of flowers
the scent of oils in her hair

Pressed hard against the cracked bars
he tried to pull her nigh
with the plea in his eyes
without a glance she turned, sigh

Staring now at his cage
he can’t see past the bars
the brittle wood
eclipsing the stars

Shunned and alone
in his prison of wood
he wished he could join them
not knowing that he could

Grumpy Goblin

"Hey you runts, stay off my mushroom patch!"

No so fast, there.

Can't get past this little guy!

Ballpoint glory

Dragon again

Heeey guys!

"just thought I'd come up to the surface to see what you're up to."

What you lookin' at?