changing pitch

 

four beers in
things a little ragged down back
and up forward

 

 

winter frost yawning cracks in the back half

 

 

Beams unsighted the moon hiding in the clouds

 

 

needing a goal
from anywhere
Thomas from nowhere

 

 

back in it
the crowd’s noise
changes pitch

 

wellinghamagro

 

 

swirling leaves
the fallen player
comes to

 

too late
the out-of-sorts full-forward
slots one

 

 

mid-winter
after a crushing loss
darkness swallows the ‘G

 

 

drowning sorrows
slowly my game face
slides off

 

 

thumped again
the small mercy
of this distance

 

About rob scott

Rob Scott (aka Haiku Bob) is a Melbourne-born resident of Sweden who spent his adolsecence in Queensland. He has also had stints in Japan and The Netherlands but calls Victoria Park home. He writes haiku in between teaching whisky and drinking English, or something like that.

Comments

  1. HB – remember its a global village now. You can run but the Blues fans will find you.

    Great work again.

  2. HB,

    Super stuff again.

    Loved “”Wellinghamagro”………

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