Haiku Bob – Round 5: Collingwood v Essendon – the just before

Anzac spirit –
I enter the stadium
without a ticket






minute’s silence –
imagining myself fighting
against a real enemy




edge of sound –
the just before
the first goal




Anzac Centenary –
light years since
we played this good




blades of sun –
the 7-foot ruckman
stretches for a mark




Anzac Day –
the long silence
of Essendon supporters




back in the eight –
my boundaries


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. Luke Reynolds says

    Great as usual HB.
    Would love to know more about the story of entering the stadium without a ticket!

  2. Phillip Dimitriadis says

    Excellent, HB.
    “boundaries redefined” sums it up beautifully. Full moon today. It will shed more light.

  3. haiku bob says

    Luke – I am kind of new to these blockbuster ticketing arrangements and I obviously missed an important broadcast about the game. Or maybe not. I’m not sure The Club contacted me. But I rang The Club to check and was wrongly advised that I did not have to reserve a seat because my daughter and I are Legends members – a membership which comes with a seat.

    So off we went with our Legends passes which we unwittingly scanned (successfully, mind you) at the gate and strolled nonchalantly to our seats. Which were taken. Not one seat usher or gate attendant asked us for the printed seat ticket which, it was becoming apparent, everyone (except us) was brandishing as they headed for their seats. So we spent the whole game floating from seat to seat, in and out of Standing Room, trying not to draw attention to ourselves, eventually settling for an armchair in the Social Club in The Ponsford Stand.

    I still enjoyed the day, although it was a bit stressful for my kid, who had never been in a crowd this size before. It was clear we shouldn’t have been there and the two of us we’re forced to tell a few white lies to seat ushers and spectators throughout the day. And the whole episode reminded me of the irreverence often associated with the Anzacs (in particular, a story about a soldier we had heard just that morning at an Anzac service) so in a way, it was an experience in keeping with the spirit of the day, hence the haiku.

    Cheers, and thanks Phil.


  4. Yes HB.
    You (and your daughter)
    are Legend(s)

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