Geishado

The Way of This Artist
A Bio in Poetry

I crossed the steppe highway from Asia with the Hordes,

the Slavs and Gypsies,

and ran with Alexander.

I danced and ate meat, brewing herb water within tent walls.

I sang to a drum.

Like Europa, I was carried by the bull of enterprise

and cast into the cauldron of civilization.

Dancing along the mountain-ridge spine of the dragon I held hands

with the autonomous outsider: the Celt and Basque, Goth and Finn,

and I brought their recipes into my Slavic kitchen.

I gathered wealth that can never be compared to money:

songs and dances, soups and painted dresses,

the careful compositions of words and flowers for the centers of our circles.

I carry a silkroad pouch full of the things that outfit a tea room,

so that we can meet and spend time together like human beings.

Alexandra "Olenka" Gadzik