A Monet in words! Dèr Mouw on sun-specks on water that produce a bed of flowers

(flower party)

Lively flowerbed on the canal’s still blue,

the sun-specks, vivid and frolicsome, flicker,

now sudden irises, dressed in gold knickers,

now up-flipped arrowheads, golden in hue:

they’re conjured from sight, fast-darting and zipping

from top to ripple-top; when they’re at play,

you once glimpse them, snake-like, a twining ray,

glinting and greasy, between two waves slipping.

A hostile, grey-bristling, shuddering blot

bounds forward with shadow-beak grimly squat

to disturb the frenziedly sparkling floor:

dull-silver harebells all bob there afloat,

a golden rain drifts on blue-crystal moat;

and the flowerbed dances, noiseless once more.