Haiku Bob: slipping moon


signs of spring
after a brief burst
scent of decay




slipping moon
Cloke gets his hands to it
and drops it


would kill for a goal another chance butchered


offline again
the ball lands
in an empty seat


Cloke rumoured to be gone he is tonight


edge of spring
almost imperceptible sniff
of victory


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. I see a bad moon is rise’n
    I see that Cloke is on his way…………..

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