. Speechless I have smelt the perfect scent of the flower of a rose, Known intoxicated freedom where frangipani grows. Watched majestic rivers meet the wild and moody sea, And flown right over mountains where only gods should be. I have drunk the purest water in the deepest caves on earth, And gazed on golden treasures of the most immeasurable worth. I have stared and wondered at the emptiness of space, But nothing leaves me speechless as the beauty of your face. . . Pigs Pigs who fly are my favourite pigs, And wheels which won’t go round. Upstream seas, and winter bees, And clouds that lie on the ground. Fork-eaten soup and gobbledegook, And pennies by the pound. Snow that rises, nonsense prizes, And all not lost, not found. . . Originally from England, Clive Boddy is a Yorkshireman currently living in Perth, Western Australia. He is a semi-retired academic and has held professorships in Leadership and Management. His numerous publications include two books on the effects of corporate psychopaths on employees, organizations and society; and a single book of poems called Poems of Love and Location.