changing pitch


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





swirling leaves
the fallen player
comes to


too late
the out-of-sorts full-forward
slots one



after a crushing loss
darkness swallows the ‘G



drowning sorrows
slowly my game face
slides off



thumped again
the small mercy
of this distance


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.


  1. HB – remember its a global village now. You can run but the Blues fans will find you.

    Great work again.

  2. HB,

    Super stuff again.

    Loved “”Wellinghamagro”………

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