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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 still out in front
evening falls into gaps where Krakouer has been
pools of floodlight
some players finding themselves
out of their depth
moon set in cloud —
Daisy kicks a goal
we will never see again
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.
Thank-you HB. My favourite line: evening falls into gaps where Krakouer has been. That is just brilliant.
I have been wondering if it is a blessing that you have a player named Cloke? On the other hand, is Daisy unseasonal?
I trust you haven’t been hanging out with the King over there.
AF
HB – its always good reading these. The Pies look like an unstoppable train. Does that put you on a plane to Melbourne around late September?
Ditto.
Dips, it’s the law of inertia.
Lets hope for the sake of our previously petulent, but now perky, Pies that the law of gravity doesn’t come into play Peter.
We could return to ‘the shdder of moans’