AFL Grand Final – Haiku Bob – a thin mist



Grand final day
every seat taken
on the couch


clouds black and blue
the crunch of bodies
to kill the ball



no goals…
wild applause greets
a smother



shots for goal
sprayed far and wide
like Goddard’s nose



all day the rain Ablett not falling



last quarter
the big men
begin to sway



a gap opens up
in the clouds
Scarlett’s toe-poke



as a team
the losers drop
to their knees



September dusk
a thin mist covers
Riewoldt’s eyes



a shard of light
on every blade –
rain mixes with tears

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.


  1. Beautiful stuff, Rob.

  2. Peter Flynn says

    Gotta love the toe-poke.

  3. HB – someone has to lose I suppose. Very interested to get the views of those not emotionally involved in the game.

  4. for some curious reason Dips, I tend to gravitate towards the losers…
    I don’t think I’ve seen more tears shed after a game than this one though.

    thanks Gigs

    and yes, Pete, i think the toe-poke is back!

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