heavy rain –
beyond the old picket fence
oceans of torment
swirling sky
beneath dark clouds and umbrellas
Harry spears the first
downpour –
one Cat then another
bobs up
rain stops –
our defence leaks
Ablett
sky clears
Leon has left us
too
wanting the scores
to be different
I drink more
moon spills through clouds
a line of seagulls
defending the goal
Rocca in the stands…
the weight
of a careless moment
deep September defeat
the funeral Director
adds an extra row
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.
Come over to the Cats to brighten your life. Those exquisite skills are wasted on perennial pathos.
Phanto
It’s a habit. I couldn’t live without this cloak (that should be Cloke) of pain.
I know it. I understand it. And it agrees with alcohol.
My Dad once told me – happy endings are fantasy.
He should know.
He was a Hawthorn supporter.
HB – “our defence leaks Ablett” – beautifully put.
There will be much scrutiny of the Pies, just as there will be of the team that loses this Saturday, but I say to all those who hastily attach the label “unachievers” to teams that fail in September, let theirs first make the 8.