twilight
nothing separates
the two teams
heavy sky
the full forward
can’t hold it
a piece of cloud breaks off Pendlebury breaks clear
almost winter
a matter of time
before the next dodgy free
clouds break up Goldsack chasing, tackling
the moon
moves down the wing
‘H’ tucks it under his arm
night fall
everything rests
on the next goal
last quarter moon
we find the edge
at the death
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.
Worst haiku I have ever read.
You were right about the dodgy 50 and frees at the end though.
it was a ripping game PB.
umps were tres ordinaire.
Forget the four points
All Yeo wants for Christmas
Is his two front teeth