for Lannette

The milky Goddess, Arianrhod, guides
Her silver chariot across the sky
Her strength affecting more than just the tides.
Why she should shine on me, I know not why.

She welcomes me inside her castle wall,
Where incense burns and candles banish gloom.
She leads me in between her turrets tall
And through the halls into her secret room.

It’s there I learn that Arianrhod weeps;
The Goddess and her past are battling.
The damage done by men before me keeps
Her soul from feeling safe enough to sing.

Although I am no hero among men,
I hope to help the Goddess sing again.

— Stace Johnson, 2003


“Arianrhod” image © 1990 by Jen Delyth, used with the artist’s gracious permission. Please visit to learn more about Jen and her art.

This poem appeared on the now defunct website in January 2006.