Marduk By Charl Landsberg

Charl Landsberg | Apr 2nd, 2019 | poetry | No Comments


Kiss me again, Marduk, as only you know.
Teach me again how you cause the waters to ebb and flow.
Call upon the dragons of the mountains and seas,
entreat them to dance upon your whims,
upon your voice, upon your perfect skin,
upon your tin crown, upon the cairns of your kin.
Read to me under the falling leaves,
of that ancient valley, with stranger rivers,
and a botanical city with golden spires,
that even the greatest Kings only held briefly.
They call it magic. But I call it love.
They call it power. But I call it a kiss.
What thrones can possess us where we fly above.
What can arrows hope for when they’re doomed to miss.
Kiss me again, Marduk, as I confess,
your flawed and solitary priestess,
of a cult older than the hills.
My crown is as tin as yours,
and stronger than the swords of men.

Marduk is a Babylonian god, and often considered a god of magic. He was at one stage the patron god of Babylon. I called it the botanical city above because of Babylon’s famously amazing gardens.

Poet Bio

Charl Landsberg is a South African poet who’s work focuses on many issues involving queer identity, feminism, anti-racism, love, fantasy, and science fiction. They’re also an artist, a musician, a writer, and sometimes-academic.

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