moonlit night –
a magpie strolls
into the goal square
space between stars –
magpie defenders
guarding it
swirling breeze Didak through the flap of seagulls
squeezed on the left
checked on the right
Harry Obama steers a course
through the middle
floodlit flesh
and shadows climb over Jolly
umps wave play on
starlight
Cloke handballs 40 yards
just to do it
dewfall…
Daisy flicks it
to his blind spot
days start to blend
approaching winter…
another 10 goal win
on top of the ladder
my problems
put in their place
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.
Harry Obama.
Superb HB.
Rob,
you are like the effect on sea level from global warming. Steadily rising, persistent, unstopable.
Cheers, Phantom.
Hope Barak O’Brien reads this.
Like the Pies, you are in fine form HB.
HB
With the other lads on this.
Truly original.