round 8 – the air crisps



top of the table clash

spilling the wine I look up

Heater fumbles



the air crisps Pendlebury’s pinpoint pass



autumn thickens

no way through

Sandilands



night breeze

flat-footed forwards

in Toovey’s wake



darkening skies Cloke from dead in front…



all the fallen leaves –

we get numbers

around the ball



umpire’s appreciation round the sound of groans



some leaves holding on Ball lays another tackle



the moon

at the end of the corridor

sharked by Didak

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.

Comments

  1. Peter Flynn says

    HB,

    Can’t wait for next week’s haiku.

    Hopefully it’s a ripper tussle.

    PF

  2. The Haikus are among my favourite parts of the Almanac.

  3. haiku bob says

    Thanks Mum!

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