It is amusing to see how a poem begins, the messy and awkward struggle to express a thought in verse. These are the embarrassing beginnings of “The Sunbird”, a poem I wrote whilst watching a sunbird in the garden, last year.
It began as a rough draft in a notebook:
This recording was made after I wrote the first draft—if you listen closely, you can hear the sunbird chirping in the background:
I then started developing it further:
I shall eventually develop this into a complete poem.