The Gargoyle On The Castle Wall

Matt

Me huzfizz face come loose
screamin’ at the splizer zeeth
Void find me

And…

Where was I?

Cobwebs and water spouts…

They all cobble t’gether
in big grandiloquent hats
talking absaloute balderdash

Void find me

Beer swills and spills
much as the blood that rushes
after sword and iron rule
and then

Seams of unhinged ripish
Screamin’ at the splizer zeeth

And then she comes in with histrionic gush
‘Off with his head!’ she bleats
They all swell as one beast
with blood lust and cheer

I done seen gracke
stone faced grimbal
I shall be ‘ere etnero

It’s the after-party of more blood rush
They drink from my mouth
I scream gurgled poison

Void find me!
Screamin’ at the splizer zeeth
They’re my prisoners now.


This poetry is written for W3

11 thoughts on “The Gargoyle On The Castle Wall”

    • Matt's avatar Matt Jul 25, 2025 / 9:08 pm

      Thanks. It’s an attempt to write the idea of a gargoyle on the wall that has lost its sanity over the centuries

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      • murisopsis's avatar murisopsis Jul 26, 2025 / 3:38 am

        Hehe! Yes – I can see that!

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  2. Stonehead's avatar Stonehead Jul 26, 2025 / 10:15 pm

    Matt, this is a gloriously feral poem. The poem’s voice staggers between grotesque witness and forgotten relic, its language fracturing under the weight of centuries. I was especially taken by “screamin’ at the splizer zeeth”. It’s nonsense, but specific nonsense, as if passed down through gargoyle folklore and mangled by erosion or souvenir hunters.

    The poem has a real sense the mental toll of being both decorative and damned. The gargoyle is forced to watch, to drink the aftermath, to be part of the theatre but never the action. The refrain “Void find me” cuts through the chaos like a cracked bell tolling from a nearby tower. This isn’t madness for show—it’s earned, moss-clad and heavily encrusted with pigeon shit. I’d buy this gargoyle a pint, if only to see it run right through him and piss out the trough onto the crowds below.

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    • Matt's avatar Matt Jul 26, 2025 / 10:37 pm

      Thanks. Yea I felt like trying to make up some nonsense words so this was my attempt. ‘I’d buy this gargoyle a pint, if only to see it run right through him and piss out the trough onto the crowds below.’ He would probably enjoy that i think.

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  3. shaun tenzenmen's avatar tenzenmen Jul 27, 2025 / 10:20 am

    Gracke and grimbal sound so familiar. A nod to Gormenghast, perhaps?

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  4. lesleyscoble's avatar lesleyscoble Jul 28, 2025 / 3:30 pm

    Matt, this is a delirious plunge into chaos—like a fever dream fuelled by surreal slang, bloodlust, and fractured identity. The repeated cry, “Void find me!”, echoes a desperate search for meaning or escape amid madness. The language is wild and inventive—“huzfizz,” “splizer zeeth,” “gracke,”—evoking a world both medieval and unmoored. There’s a sense that the speaker teeters between victim and captor, collapsing into the very violence they describe. Disturbing, darkly comic, and compelling—your highly imaginative piece certainly leaves a scar.
    I love that the protagonist is a gargoyle! Bravo! 😁👏

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    • Matt's avatar Matt Jul 28, 2025 / 6:06 pm

      Thanks! Good to know my attempt at nonsense words worked out for other people reading it.

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