by Rob Scott first morning a familiar scent on the breeze It should perhaps be the game at its purest. Everyone and everything is primed. Sun-tanned, tattooed and absurdly muscled players; feverish fans emerging on frenzied tenterhooks from a long summer of enforced detachment and other family commitments; pristinely manicured playing surfaces; even [Read more]
the damp Sherrin
grand final dawn a bit of tightness in my hammys low cloud Cloke’s long drop punt splits the ‘G in half even on this day Stevie J reminds us the ‘G is a playing field half-time at the pub another round of texting lights on [Read more]
preliminary final – the clock stops
late september the veteran scores the winning goal the MCG in spring — alive with hawks, magpies and seagulls the moon punches a hole in the sky — Tarrant spoils bad live stream our hopes flickering spring haze a field of heavy-limbed footballers [Read more]
deeper into spring
spring sunset the difference a goal makes freshly cut fields Swan feeds on the MCG cloud then sun then cloud yet to hit our stride looking for the angle Krakouer turns his back to the goals a gap in the clouds Wellingham catches the [Read more]
Haiku Bob – round 24: some buds open
spring evening squealing cats spoil my dreams packed ‘G long after the goal I hear it fast moving clouds a chain of handpasses ends with a goal the curved path of the moon — Fasolo from the pocket last drinks our last goal turns out to be our last filling the half-empty stadium final siren [Read more]
the splintered pack
12 goals clear Krakouer kicks the last on impulse spring petals — Cloke plucks one close to home Sandilands jumps — the splintered pack releases the goal sneak the many paths life takes us peppering the goals Swan sets off everyone left behind winter’s [Read more]
round 22 – haiku bob – nearing spring
warmer nights — the kick-out reaches the centre square our latest back six concedes the first goal in under a minute the old world connects to the new — Fasolo curls one back late winter — gaps in our desire filled by Ball [Read more]
Haiku Bob Round 21: length of the wing
full moon Leon in every passage a forward thrust as far as Tarrant’s fist and no further six points such cheap reward for Wellingham’s goal buds begin to flower — Fasolo plucks one from the pack tucked under [Read more]
Haiku Bob Round 20: somewhere the moon
winter rain — the ball tossed between bodies of water somewhere the moon — Port players have trouble finding the ball soggy night — Blair uses his lack of height night rain — Collingwood players add to the glitter non-stop rain — a dyke erected across [Read more]
somewhere the moon
winter rain — the ball tossed between bodies of water somewhere the moon — Port players have trouble finding the ball soggy night — Blair uses his lack of height night rain — Collingwood players add to the glitter non-stop rain — a dyke erected across the half-back line [Read more]
round 19: haiku bob – slipstreaming
This week’s match report comes from Budapest in Hungary where I attended the Formula 1 Grand Prix. Fascinating city. Wonderful race. And another Magpie victory. practice session — every one of Cloke’s kicks is a goal safety car — Prismall’s knee collapses at the first turn slipstreaming – Pendlebury moves [Read more]
backing into the swell
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, [Read more]
among the rotting leaves
cross wind — a betting slip among the rotting leaves no sunlight on that side of the ground — just Daisy but for their whistles the umpires would disappear * a chill in the winter sun — Swan scuffs his first kick the first petal separates.. Daisy’s one hander [Read more]
one goal blurs
murky light — the umpire sees a free no-one can old woman knitting — our forward work slowly comes together rain starts — Daisy comes from the clouds winter afternoon — the torpedo punt drops short misty rain — one goal blurs into another hundred points up — the [Read more]
under the press
jet lag fog — Daisy handballs over his head to his opponent low cloud — Hawks wilting under the press leaves gone — Cloke leads into the space murky day– Cloke’s hands trap the light flags flutter on top of the scoreboard — the kick doesn’t come back night [Read more]
blood and innards
It was midsummer this week in Sweden. Haiku Bob spent the weekend at the family’s summer house north of Stockholm on an island called Vätö. Beautiful spot. Went on a fishing expedition while the Pies and Swans slugged it out. The Pies got the points and we brought home the herring (about 60 0f them!)
Haiku Bob: Round 12- change of scenery
change of scenery — the first gamer adds some colour rolling waves — leon breaks the last line pale clouds — the Demon’s defence wearing thin another sunburnt Pom — Wellingham slices through like they’re witches hats [Read more]
flinging shadows
remnants of the sun — Goddard strikes the first blow leaves tumble… tonight Cloke marking everything floodlights flinging shadows — a hurried snap for goal sharp cold — late goals before the long break bite the Saints autumn [Read more]
the shudder of bones
autumn rain — Pendlebury slips into the stream when I crack my knuckles our first goal chilly MCG — empty seats but not too much to be quiet about mist blunt air head down Ball hammers into the shudder of bones the sun has gone off somewhere but here’s Daisy! dusk presents itself Cloke [Read more]
blushing leaves
scattered leaves — none of our players where they were named closed roof — a lull overhangs our rustiness one miss from close in then two, then three… — blushing leaves wind-lashed trees — goals from turnovers pile up Wellingham crumbs — bodies swirl in his wake closed roof — all eyes on Daisy’s torp [Read more]
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