Haiku Bob: round 15 – holes in the night

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

deep winter digging out a win

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. Andrew Fithall says

    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.

  2. haiku bob says

    the money is running away Fits, believe me.

  3. 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.

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