round 8 – the air crisps

top of the table clash

spilling the wine I look up

Heater fumbles

the air crisps Pendlebury’s pinpoint pass

autumn thickens

no way through


night breeze

flat-footed forwards

in Toovey’s wake

darkening skies Cloke from dead in front…

all the fallen leaves –

we get numbers

around the ball

umpire’s appreciation round the sound of groans

some leaves holding on Ball lays another tackle

the moon

at the end of the corridor

sharked by Didak

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. Peter Flynn says


    Can’t wait for next week’s haiku.

    Hopefully it’s a ripper tussle.


  2. The Haikus are among my favourite parts of the Almanac.

  3. haiku bob says

    Thanks Mum!

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