roof closed
the game not reaching
great heights
three quarter moon the crowd just shy of full
colder nights
a measured kick lands
out on the full
turning leaves all our goals kicked by defenders
thinning trees
welcoming with open arms
Cloke’s first mark
moon locked out but Beams in every nook
closed roof
unable to break the game
open
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.
and one inspired by the cats-brions game a couple of weeks ago during the floods…
rainy season –
I sink my boot
into a torp
HB,
Any chance of a Ronnie at the Crucible haiku?
Cheers,
Flynny
very hard to put The Rocket into words Flynny. He’s G Ablett (1&2) Daicos and Stevie J rolled into one. there will never be another. but here goes…
troubled genius
the pure white life
of the cue ball
autumn colours
reds, yellows, browns drip
from Ronnie’s cue
knowing the black is on the spring in his step
night session
the blue
disappears
full moon
the white rolls
into perfect position
drawing me to the edge the break crosses 100
tournament over
the trophy winner can’t let go
of his child
HB,
Superb..
Including a reference to the two Ronnies.
You must be loving the perigee-syzygy.