THE OLD POETSSOCIETY (After Su Tung Po) by George Freek

The poets have gathered
at the café. Each recites
an ode, a sonnet, a rondelay.
They speak of their
fears, their joys, their grief,
but as if it were someone else
of whom they speak.
Wine flows like the traffic
in the nearby street.
I’ve now had too much.
I’ve sat for hours,
and I’ve had my say.
Drunk and weary,
I think about my bed,
and of my dead wife.
I wish to be on my way.

George Freek is a poet/playwright living in Belvidere, IL. His poetry has recently appeared in ‘Off Course’; ‘Carcinogenic Poetry’; ‘The Ottawa Review of the Arts’; and ‘The Sentinel Literature Quarterly’. His plays are published by Playscripts, Inc.; Lazy Bee Scripts; and Off The Wall Plays.