night mist
the goals
further away
roof closed –
the ball trapped
in the back line
new look forward line…
the first goal comes
from further up the ground
Cloke shoots
the crowd leans
to the near side
still no goals
just Swanny
running
cold May night –
we kick backwards
having gone nowhere
bare twigs
our defenders bent
to breaking point
substitution
my empty beer glass
full again
another year gone –
Riewoldt goes out
on a long lead
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.
A brilliant poetic summary of the night Haiku Bob. I can’t believe how much people have bagged the Pies performance on this night. Disrespectful to St Kilda, who were very well coached on the night, and made the Pies work bloody hard to get the ball through the zones. It’s hard to do so on a smaller ground such as Etihad, and I thought the Pies did well to maintain possession in the back half at times, and eventually find a way through – the work rate of Thomas, Shaw and O’Brien was impressive. But according to the masses we were meant to win by 10 goals (did anyone noticed the Saints got within 16 points of the reigning premier last week?), some of the “expert” commentary about the Pies lack of effort was laughable.