Round 17 – Haiku Bob – players faintly


winter gloom

one of our players faintly resembles

a player





not a single goal

for the quarter –

the cold!






by the cold

like Toovey’s kicking





snap from the pocket

how harsh it sounds

when they score a goal





dark clouds

no matter how hard I look

no-one doing anything





winter sun

out of sight

ten goals down





deep winter

now more than ever

we need a goal





night gathers

on the wet grass

the defender picks himself up





misty moon

all the ex-skipper’s flaws




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.

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