Ed Roffe: An Octopus Changes Colour in its Sleep which Indicates that it May be Dreaming

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When the ink of night's tide catches me, will / you watch? Once my typing has slowed to a / stop without punctuation and my ear is pressed / to the desk as if listening at a trapdoor, take a / note of how I glow when I am in the other / realm. Assuming that I glow when I am in the / other realm. I have seen myself in candid / photos and the shock of self—checkout CCTV, / but always thud grey through lack of dreaming. / But you could witness my true colours. I only / trust the way you see them, the way you can / translate them into language. Only you / give me shade and hue. I think that / I could love the me you see when I sleep.

Ed Roffe

Ed Roffe’s poetry has been published in Lighthouse, Dear Reader, and the anthology, A Personal History of Home, edited by Jennifer Wong. He recently concluded his MA in Creative Writing at Oxford Brookes University, and continues to live and write in the city of dreaming spires while working at the city’s other university.

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