footy season begins
all the teams freshly
tattooed
first game of the year –
Ball tackles
without hesitation
umpire’s whistle –
side by side
fingers point together
crisp autumn shadows –
they answer each one
of our goals
feeling closer
to home –
Cloke shanks one
sun slips through clouds
Pendlebury finds himself
on the other side
Swan again –
the Sherrin must be
a lung
northern winter
struggling to find my rhythm
Daisy fluffs a mark
the partial reality
of a live stream –
Harry loses his man
sun reflected
on the twirling Sherrin
Krakouer’s goal
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.
We Hird the coilition’s
Bomber raids
bring empires down
Good to see you are up and about early in the Spring thaw Rob. Keep writing.
HB – great work. Next week write about the Saints. It might start like this:
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HB,
great start to the season. Got a feeling that I’ll be seeing Krakouer’s name a fair bit in your poems this year. Go Pies!
ta phil
krakouer is easy on the eye, even from this distance.
Easy on the one eye…