Featured in

  • Published 20160802
  • ISBN: 978-1-925355-53-6
  • Extent: 264pp
  • Paperback (234 x 153mm), eBook

Waverley. You were my Saturday crèche when I was too young to see over the fence on the wing. My Tuesday night series teen hangout. Hosting brusque vowel fights between strangers who cared too much and those who thought you merely incidental. Waverley, you held my hand for so long. You were my cool older cousin allowing me to vent my passion in a way my mother wouldn’t let me. I’d stare at your cold arthritic grass and wish I could run on you just for a sharp snap at goal. Your mismatched chairs with paint peeling and numb-inducing back bends. You could never cradle my tea flask without spilling everything out onto the concrete before half-time. I’d tie blankets up from one chair to another, merely for a makeshift hammock just so I could outlast the wind.

Waverley, you served lukewarm, watery coffees as the pieboy would get his hat stolen. I only ever saw one piegirl offering up fizzy drinks, scooping change as she still kept one eye on the ball. I thought she must know some secret handshake to be part of the pie team. Waverley, so many of my male friends were in the under-19s of any given club, smelling of Dencorub and hopeful Saturdays. They knew how to navigate the midriff of your extra long boundary, knew the best places to land the ball, knew when to steer clear of a hospital kick. Waverley, the clouds descended just for you, when the players outstretched their hands for the stars, you were sure to guide them back, pummelling to earth. They all called you Arctic Park. You were light at the end of the freeway. A day’s travel for a forgotten era.

Already a subscriber? Sign in here

If you are an educator or student wishing to access content for study purposes please contact us at griffithreview@griffith.edu.au

Share article

More from author

How we see ourselves

PoetryThere are two ways to be fooled. One is to believe what isn’t true; the other is to refuse to believe what is true. Søren Kierkegaard Australia:...

More from this edition

High expectations

GR OnlineAS AN NRL commissioner, one of my duties was to be at the 2015 Telstra Premiership grand final. It was an epic match –...

Race plans

MemoirIT’S EARLY MORNING and I’m waiting with ten thousand other people in the four lanes of road that separate Sydney’s Hyde Park from St...

Personal score

MemoirSeasonBY QUEERTIME SHE grew restless and could not see what was in front of her. She felt rootless and lived alone; her friends were...

Stay up to date with the latest, news, articles and special offers from Griffith Review.