DUCHESS OF THE MOORS
©Trev Teasdel Coventry June 1970


‘Cross the slag heaps and rugged moors i travelled
Through quarries deep and murky.
Past deserted stations
Haunted houses lined my path.
I came across the Duchess of the Moors.


She came from a tenement row
Not far from nowhere
On the side of an ungroomed field
she let her robes take flight
as she frolicked like a kitten
with a ball of wool.
I watched her,
The Duchess of the moors


She kissed the wind and it did blush in
the morning sun.
The flowers were reaching
for the sun she brought their way.
And i was reaching
for the sun she brought my way.
I licked my luck and watched
The Duchess of the Moors.


I chased her through a thicket
and ’round the quarry lake.
She sat and bathed her legs.
I sat beside her and bathed our sorrow.
We laughed about having nothing to laugh about.
I just had to shout
that you are, yes you are…
My Duchess of the Moors.


We went into a small cafe
Now somewhat senile
and ordered tea and toasted buns.
The waitress she was senile too
and dropped her loaded tray.
And i just had to say
that you are my Duchess of the Moors.