grand final dawn
a bit of tightness
in my hammys
low cloud
Cloke’s long drop punt
splits the ‘G in half
even on this day
Stevie J reminds us the ‘G
is a playing field
half-time
at the pub another round
of texting
lights on
Leon goes back into
his shell
rain drops
Ottens brushes off one or two
defenders
floodlit ‘G
Reid’s shadows fall
all over the place
clouds swallow the sun
the damp Sherrin nestles
in Hawkins’ chest
fine mist
what’s left of
our threadbare defence
dark clouds
the night spreads
goal by goal
final siren
c. ling
let’s go
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.
HB – no doubt a tough day at the office. Love the Stevie J reference.
HB – excellent work…….you’ve captured key moments and players perfectly without all of the other rubbish often thrown up.
Love the last paragraph – the Mayor of Gellong is a humble beauty and you can only admire blokes like him. If he retires today he’ll go out on top as he should.
Also love how you captured Reid’s late torment & anguish. He’s a ripper and was simply unable to perform at his normal level. It’s a brutal game and you are exposed like this. I am sure this will drive him on.
The Cats were too good for us but we fought it out whilst there was gas left in the tank. When it ran out however, the end came swiftly.
On to 2012 and more of your offerings.
Solid year HB.
I liked your line about Krakouer the best. Can’t remember quite what it was. Something about shadows and light.
All the best.
Ed
Commiserations HB
We’ll see if Bucks knows a path to the promised land next year.
G’day HB,
Commiserations mate.
Great last reference to C Ling. It appears we won’t see his turning circle again.
Flynny