taking my lead from fellow floreat pican andrea mcnamara this week. i too was ‘by the sea’ for this game. actually, it was a lake – and we were in the middle of it. on an island about 3 hours north of stockholm called örjung. beautiful, peaceful place with classic swedish scenery – water, forest, wild flowers, red houses and skinny dippers, including me.
football by the sea —
Krakouer only pretends
to handball
ocean dusk —
darkness comes quickly
for the Sun’s defence
sea breeze —
Leon’s perfect pass
by barely touching it
a cloud of magpies
drowns out the sounds
of the ocean
land of white beaches —
the ball ends it’s journey
where Cloke plants his feet
arms skyward
backing into the swell
Reid takes the mark
white caps —
Johnno moves through the break
and curls one home
gap in the swell —
the moon fills the space
between goals
dropping the oars —
the Pies go along
with the drift
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.
The haiku I love. The last line of the preamble I could have done without. #uncomfortablevisualisation.
You’re with Swedish girls skinny dipping and you can think about footy?? Remarkable.
Dips, it could be a case of lie back and think of Collingwood for HB.
it was a chilly weekend, so i suggested we have a sauna. it wasn’t my idea to jump in the lake.
but when in rome…
Skinny dippers
crabs with nippers
passers by…
goggles and flippers