The XX

© Suzanne Zhang

I was lucky enough to go see the XX in concert last week, thanks to my friend Elen, who won tickets in a lottery. The concert was in a small venue, which made it very cosy and intimate; I don't think we were more than 100 in the room.

© Suzanne Zhang

© Suzanne Zhang

Cinco de Mayo & haïkai

On saturday I celebrated Cinco de Mayo with some friends, in West London. As usual when there is some wine involved, I start writing haïkai (this is a tradition with my friend Robin, we believe we will eventually get a poetry book published). This time though, I did something different, I asked everyone to write a little haïku in my notebook - think of it as pass the joint, only more poetic.

This is the result:

Haïku 1

Burn me with love

and I'll burn hearts

...

Haïku 2

Cowboy boy

Mexican Tomboy

Together we are one

Haïku 3

Bigger hat

Lower ego,

Are you high?

Haïku 4

Baby Cowboy,

You are wrong,

eat more nachos

Haïku 5

Follow the river, 

Smoke some weed,

Follow the kings cup' rules

Haïku 6

Cinco de Mayo,

Tengo que escribir algo

Nada que decir

Suerte a tódos

Haïku 7

Too much smoke, 

lung hurts,

but heart more

Are you scared of a shake?

A short poem

Your skin is like pastels
from it I draw clouds and scents
Your veins are like watercolors,
When I kiss them they blush feebly
Your beauty spots resemble the night sky
deep and rich, dark and vast
Your skin is like pastels
from it I draw memories
your skin is like pastels,
it softens at the touch of my tears

Suzanne Zhang

I found the quote 'your skin is like pastels' in an old notebook, and decided to write a short poem, starting with this sentence. 
This was written during the Christmas holidays, back home in France, snuggled up in my bed drinking hot chocolate.

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