four goals down
in failing light a ghost
of a chance
pegging back the lead
the moon’s slow
climb
Winter night –
so much depends upon
one good handpass
crossing the border
the sound of magpies
so far from home
buds on trees –
these rookies
could be anything
finding the thread –
a chain of handpasses
the length of the ground
leaving the ground –
a Pendlebury handpass
comes back
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.
HB,
The Pies were scary.
A definite flag chance.
That chain of handballs was superb.
And Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle/The magpies said.
HB – good win that. Very good win.