Seeing the bloom amid the gloom in Kenya

A purple bloom,/ Spreads like tiny lips,/ To the brushing of the sun’s glossy touch;
Twitching its curvaceous body,/ In the smooth breathe of the glistening April smile.
And my crystal dream,/ Like a diamond dew poised against the sun,
Sparkles with the royal tinge,/ Opening its fancy lips,/ To the limitless cast of the purple bloom.

These are the opening lines of the poem Purple Bloom which gives Charles Aketch’s recently published collection of poetry its title, Purple Bloom (2015).