old rivals –
the crowd’s roar
tossed on the breeze
the club legend
retired now
who won nothing
but their hearts*
moon and stars –
the rovers await
Jolly’s tap
pockets of snow
soon will vanish –
Blues purple patch
up the ground
and back again
Swan’s shadow
admiring
the height of the moon –
Blair sharks the crumbs
between lessons
the math teacher
checking footy scores
*a nod to haiku master masaoka shiki who penned the following:
the sumo wrestler
old now
who never made it to ozeki
ozeki is the second highest rank in sumo wrestling (behind yokozuna – grand champion) an achievement attained by precious few wrestlers yet still short of ultimate glory. Presti jumped to mind when i read this recently.
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.
Krakouer unfettered
spirits soaring in the stands
singing redemption songs
that’s good phil
Saints desolate
Hope shattered in week 3
Gone gone for ever gone
Ancient cats lick wounds
Emerging kittens sip
Cocky feathered blood
collingwood domination –
finally haiku
catching on
Air burial
A short era dismembered
Vultures circle