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 rolls in…

Hawthorn’s back six

thin and brittle

 

sun disappears —

floodlights gather up

shadows

 

 

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. Rick Kane says:

    Hawks hit hard
    and harder still
    they hold steady

    Pies power on
    a powerhouse
    skilled, unbowed

    In the eye
    all knowing
    hubris hangs low

    I’ll stick to my day job, just had to squeeze a bit of the hurt out.

    Cheers

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