Mimsy's Box

A mental delicacy prepared in race fashion by none other than the Mad Hatter Jason.

She pierces him with eyes of fire,
Revs her engine and spins her tires,
In hot pursuit he chases her,
Finding her lines, each hidden curve,
He gently follows her snaking path,
Learning more at every pass.
All is fun and the race goes fast,
When suddenly his chase doth crash!

An earth-shaking tremor of doubt,
Second guesses run rampantly,
Guiding a guilt-based inner bout,
He worries about her safety,
But next thing he knows she starts to burn out.

Again he gives chase
To see her pretty face
But down the road discovers
This time’s not a race.
She flees the scene to keep him safe
And frees the man from awful fate
But thinks not how his heart might shake
‘Til face to face they meet beside a lake.

He reads the surface of her mind,
Proving out loud that it’s clear as day,
But when he wonders what he’ll find,
When digging deeper, and what she’ll say.
In the realm of sanity,
He starts to play,
With words like a hatter,
His madness on display.

Down the rabbit hole he lives,
Beckoning her further so he might give
Insight of healing and thoughts curative.
A young Alice, she wavers at the small door,
To a world that is meaningless and yet means so much more.
Unmoving she stands debating the vial,
Wondering how insanity will help her survival.

And thus the hatter speaks,
Explaining his world,
Describing what he sees,
The girl’s being unfurled.

"An angel stuffed in a box labeled 'DO NOT OPEN. EVIL' guarded by a selfish girl shrouded in a thin cloak of innocence imagining a dark cloud of guilt overhead."

He says, then details what he wants instead.
Why oh why, won’t you be nicer to yourself and me,
I can’t wait to see inside Mimsy.
Around the question the rabbit dances,
With no meaning given, a short reply she answers
Smiling she prances "Uhuh... we’ll see."
Seeing her fence, he lures her in
To break her defense of the question
He simply states rather exactly
I’m not sure you know what’s in the box, my dear mimsy.
In playful response she takes the poke,
Inside the box? Hmm… nope
Well milady Mimsy, what remains is called "Hope."

Not wanting to hurt, or be hurt in kind,
She ignores his advances time after time.
She says she needs easiness (so she can drive blind),
But he knows it’s a challenge that will make her sublime.
Discussing Pandora and history past,
He tells her of differences between the easy and right paths.
Alas, if only Mimsy were the Borogoves,
And the past would find its tears,
The hatter could hap happiness,
And destroy all her fears.

The psycho semantic and curious chef,
To the best of his skills with which he’s been blessed
He composes tenuously a meal of mental obscurity,
With such delicious components, an epicurean rarity
And simplistic appearance on which she can dine
Where the residual flavor improves over time.
Finally she opens her heart to his mind,
Even if only a piece at a time,
Alas his chance has finally arrived,
To be such a happy Mad Hatter that he composes this rhyme.

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This is a poem I wrote not long ago. I'm very pleased with the way it turned out (the poem, not so much the rest of the story, lol) and have kept it quietly stashed amongst close friends, but I'm so very fond of this poem and have little reason to keep it locked up, so I thought I would share it with the world. There are many reason's I'm happy with this work, some which will not be perceived by anybody, some that only a select few will understand, but for the rest of you, I'm quite happy with two things primarily: First, I wrote this from beginning to end with no backtracking, proof reading or editing (Edit: I added the subtitle when I finished). Second, is my application of the term "mimsy," originally coined by the great author Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (better known as Lewis Carroll), whom I have a great deal of respect and admiration of. Mimsy, in this work, is a person to whom, at the time in my mind's eye, both Carroll's initial meaning of the word, as well as the additional meaning and context added over the years. At any rate, do enjoy. I'm interested in feedback too, though it's unlikely that I will edit the work at all, considering the circumstances.