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 The works here represent those left to the family, both published and unpublished.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

The Caper Gauche

Brawling winter returned
In a flurry of spite
To blot out the verdure
With nondescript white.

But in wild inadvertence
She modeled the trees
In festoon of laces
And silken chemise.

She spilled from her pocket
A fortune in gems
That spangled her robe
To the outermost hems.

Beweildered red tulips
Had to look twice
To believe what they saw
Through their lenses of ice.

The birds in the morning,
Remembering May,
Tumbled out of the drift
And sang winter away.
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