Haiku Bob: slipping moon

 

signs of spring
after a brief burst
scent of decay

 

nightfall
Beams
carrying
us

 

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.

Comments

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

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