four beers in
things a little ragged down back
and up forward
winter frost yawning cracks in the back half
Beams unsighted the moon hiding in the clouds
needing a goal
from anywhere
Thomas from nowhere
back in it
the crowd’s noise
changes pitch
wellinghamagro
swirling leaves
the fallen player
comes to
too late
the out-of-sorts full-forward
slots one
mid-winter
after a crushing loss
darkness swallows the ‘G
drowning sorrows
slowly my game face
slides off
thumped again
the small mercy
of this distance
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 – remember its a global village now. You can run but the Blues fans will find you.
Great work again.
HB,
Super stuff again.
Loved “”Wellinghamagro”………