It was midsummer this week in Sweden. Haiku Bob spent the weekend at the family’s summer house north of Stockholm on an island called Vätö. Beautiful spot. Went on a fishing expedition while the Pies and Swans slugged it out. The Pies got the points and we brought home the herring (about 60 0f them!)
fish not biting –
points fill the space
between goals
a herring nears the surface —
Daisy leaps
above the pack
thick cloud cover Toovey all over his man
changing sides
in the fishing boat —
our kicking gets worse
not so much as a twitch – Cloke gun barrel straight
dwindling light —
our lead
almost gone
fishing ‘in the dark’ —
imaginary goals
get us home
blood and innards
on the empty hook —
we get away with a win
final scores
texted through —
the water calms
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.
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