autumn night
the missing parts
of our game
watching the footy
in a different time-zone
I whisper an expletive
turning leaves Swan fast becoming slow
wisps of cloud Collingwood almost not there
lingering snow
the team’s lifeblood
lies motionless
flaming red
the young maple –
new coach feels the heat
autumn haze
I vaguely remember
our last goal
heavy loss
the debris of the night
drifts from the field
after the defeat
boys in the park
reverse the result
Eddie’s sermon
on humility
– the cackle of magpies
About rob scott
Rob Scott (aka Haiku Bob) is a peripatetic haiku poet who calls Victoria Park home. He writes haiku in between teaching whisky and drinking English, or something like that.
As always, love the clarity, perfect description of the night – surely you were there – not watching overseas? You did well to whisper the expletive, rather than shout it.
I think it’s time to move Harry O to the forward line and let him rip.
Less is more. Beautiful stuff. Somehow the different perspective of loss is further sharpening your insights and expressiveness. Long may they keep coming.
very happy not to be there for this one damo!
i find losses easier to write about peter.
it’s been a tough couple of years!
hb.