first quarter gloom
Swan weaves light
through the darkness
the wind
pierces my body
another goal behind
the cold –
Ball lays another tackle
to keep warm
icy wind
the pack splinters
in Didaks’ wake
Swan’s thirty-nine touches no two the same
non-scoring end
a gull turns its head
on play
by hand or foot
Pendlebury picks holes
in the night
night mist
Choco’s farewell
muted
deep winter digging out a win
About rob scott
Rob Scott (aka Haiku Bob) is a Melbourne-born resident of Sweden who spent his adolsecence in Queensland. He has also had stints in Japan and The Netherlands but calls Victoria Park home. He writes haiku in between teaching whisky and drinking English, or something like that.
HB – did you see this effort from poet Chris Wallace Crabbe in the Money supplement of yesterday’s Age? It is extraodinary where haiku is now popping up.
Money runs away
When it sees poets coming
And leaves them with words
In your case, it is not the money running away, but the poet.
the money is running away Fits, believe me.
Oh, I saw Chris Wallace-Crabb too.
That was an awesome haiku.
I’m really getting into haikus at the moment, through a magazine called Tiny.