Showing posts with label Form - Hir a Thoddaid. Show all posts
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Monday, September 9, 2019

Larry Chavis

THE HUNT

She wanders alone, her eyes cast down,
A lonely soul, a perilous town.
The hunter sees, lust reshapes his frown.
His arms reach out, club aimed at her crown.
She whirls in a flash, no fear for her life.
Her knife slashes out, his blood spills down.


Gerald So reads "The Hunt":



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Larry confesses: "The inspiration for "The Hunt" began with the form itself, the Welsh 'hir a thoddaid.' The form specifies a particular number of syllables for each line and a particular rhyme scheme. It intrigued me, and I wondered if I, primarily a short story writer, could write a hir a thoddaid. And, since most of my stories are crime-related, with a twist, it didn't take long for the hapless Hunter to show up in search of his prey."


LARRY CHAVIS is a retired physics and math teacher who lives and writes in south-central Mississippi. Currently vice president of the Short Mystery Fiction Society, "The Hunt" represents his venturing (if timidly) into crime poetry from his usual short story pursuits.