Pendulum Play ~ Brandewulf

And so it shifts. It lifts. It swings.
Winging wide from there to there
While lunging first low. Then high.
Bouncing from extreme to extreme.

The organ grinder at the wheel
Will turn and turn and turn,
Making monkeys dance as dollars
Freely fall from many false heavens.

The prophets are preening.
The victims keening and careening.
They are bandied about and butchered
Like cattle bought at an old world auction.

Where are the sell-sword saviors,
The mystics, or magisters of old?
No more shamans, just alchemists
Selling so many fools out for gold.

Whispers to willows to witchwoods,
These castles becoming cairns,
While we wait for our salvation, alone,
As dusk deepens on the widow’s walk.

© Brandewulf 2018

via Pendulum Play — MORALITY PARK


  1. I’ve been thinking about this pendulum of yours today. Are we moving forward, you, me, humankind, do our lives truly move forward or we’re moving like pendulum.
    I’m under the impression that it’s 1 step forward, 2 steps back.
    (great poem, thought-provoking)

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    1. It’s back and forth, the pendulum, but it’s also mounted on wheels and slowly creeping forward. But, yes, sometimes it rolls back. That’s when we catch it and, with all our combined strengths, move it forward once again.

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                    1. Haha! Yup! A fellow I’ve never met but has become a treasured online friend sent me that shirt for my birthday. Found it yesterday when I opened my mailbox. 🙂

                      You have been added, and I’m happy to have you aboard! Now you can see party pics at your leisure. 😉

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