Almanac Poetry: The Night of the Premiership

 

 

The Night of the Premiership
(Geelong Football Club wins the 2007 AFL Flag after a forty-four-year drought)

 

It was strange.
No-one was sure what to do.
Many got drunk.
Pubs spilled onto footpaths.
People spilled onto footpaths.
Beer spilled onto footpaths.
So many were happy,
but couldn’t quite believe it:
after forty-four years
—Sweet Victory!
At midnight in the town centre,
groups walked the streets,
yahooed,
stopped traffic. (But the drivers were patient,
and understood.)
Isolated enthusiasts
ran naked in the suburbs.
But there were no major crimes,
less trouble
than on a typical Saturday night.
The community was too dazed by joy,
light-headed from the lifting
of a lifetime of sporting heartbreak.
We’d survived a vale of tears
and found the Holy Grail.

 

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