icy afternoon
the slap of hands
in the marking contest
veins showing –
our game plan
see-through
winter darkness –
the blink of my eye
releases De Goey
bitter afternoon
a few magpies scavenging
in the forward pocket
curling toes
the final siren breaks
the deadlock
winter mist
we win the game
by heart
after the win
nailing the connection
between bus and tram
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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.
Well Haiku Bob, there was a bloke next to me at the indoor stadium who wanted to get the railway bus to Romsey, which left at 6.22pm. The match end at 5.49 so I am very hopeful in spite of his bad leg that he made it to the bus bay at Spencer street on time. In the mean time his daughter was giving a running commentary on every Bulldogs player on the field, very informative and a contrast to us Chicken Little Collingwood supporters.
Meanwhile my train to Sydney left at 7.50pm, which left me nearly 2 hours to wait at Spencer Street Station, just over the walkway. Thank you to the Travellers Aid Society for a warm room and a TV to while the time away.
Unlike last time the train was on time, and chucked me out at Campbelltown station at 6.10am, with enough time to make my two connections to Granville in a little over an hour.
This reminds me of the old Evan Jones’ poem of “Defeat” published in his anthology “Understandings”. I m sure Dr Google has it somewhere.
OK, just to whet the appetite the first stanza goes…
“Huddled in overcoats
High on the windy hill,
We nurse our injures throats
But stay on bravely still…”
Oh bugger it, I’ll bat on.
“…Out on the sodden field
They fumble and fall behind
In all of their play revealed
The lag between body and mind.
Nothing more left to see,
We walk the chequered streets.
Later, about high tide,
Players, spectators, we
Lie between chilly sheets,
Bruised and undignified.”
Love your work Haiku Bob. Evan would be proud of you.
george – good for you mate. looks like the footy gods were shining on us, for once!
roger – thanks for introducing me to mr. jones. brilliant stuff. i will look him up!
cheers,
hb.
H.B – 9.8. Evan – 9.99. Magpies – 5.1. From the Russian Judge.
Wonderful Haiku Bob or is that wonderful, Hailku Bob? I think both are right.