hot start
the coolness
in our play
Leon’s blind turn
I top up the wine glass
without looking
surrounded by winter
O’Bree works the ball loose
unnoticed
rolling thunder
the ball tumbles
from end to end
dwindling lead
I take everything
back
in winter’s hold
driven only by the goal
we need
less than a goal the blur of bodies
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.
magpies still dreaming
red wine black white guernsey
is “saintsational”
Nineteen sixty six
Breen tumbles the ball bounce bounce
one point delerious
wow…
i wish i could write like that!!
wow…
i wish i could write like that!!