Louis Larsen worked as an English instructor for the majority of his adult life. In that time, he produced many works in both novels and poetry. Louis also worked as a ghost writer for many others, as well as newspapers throughout Utah. The works here represent those left to the family, both published and unpublished. Much of his work reflects a haunting feeling of loss, pain and betrayal. This comes from the loss of his son, Thomas Larsen, in World War II. Tom served with the 85th Mountain Infantry of the 10th Mountain Division, where he served with distinguished honor, and paid the ultimate price for his commitment. Tom lost his life on Riva Ridge, Mount Belvedere in February, 1945. This loss haunted Louis for the remainder of his life. Many of his poems reflect this pain and leave a legacy of the emotional priced paid in the wake of war.

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Icicles

Translucent spears deflect the light,
Pendant, jagged in a row,
Icy trinkets of the storm,
A distillation of the snow.

They last an hour, may be two;
Touched by the magic of the sun,
They slip their moorings on the eave
And shatter to oblivion.

Or, so the witchery of love
Erodes the shafts of hate and fear.
Seen through a window of the heart,
They melt and vanish, tear by tear.
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