Queens Birthday
the players come out
like they’re on holiday
Monday holiday
the game follows the flow
of our rambling conversation
bright sunshine Swanning around the ‘G
icy afternoon defenders not giving an inch
cold snap
Cloke’s shot for goal
misses the lot
seagulls flock another goal gone to waste
darkening skies
a few streaks of grey
in the veteran’s hair
gathering dusk
a kick across goal
intercepted
sundown
the forward press
softens
light barely holding
a chip pass clips
the forward’s fingertips
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.
Congratulations HB, you’ve described this game without mentioning the words “lambs” and “slaughter”.
popped in for the second half; most quiet 50,000 crowd I’ve ever seen (heard)