Alden Carrow's Poetry Podcast

Some Places Do Not Raise Their Voices: Thomas Gray's Country Churchyard, Bodmin Moor, and the Quiet Art of Listening to History

In a country churchyard at the close of the eighteenth century, a poet stops at a moss-covered headstone and reads a name no one has spoken aloud in a hundred years. The curfew tolls. The village dead sleep on beneath unread inscriptions. And Thomas Gray, looking down at the rude forefathers of the hamlet, makes one of the quietest, gravest claims in English poetry: that beneath these obscure stones may lie a mute inglorious Milton, a village Hampden, a Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Greatness, he insists, is not the same as recognition. In this episode, Alden Carrow asks what it means to listen to places that have never asked to be heard. The guest poem is "Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard" by Thomas Gray (1751), one of the great works of English poetry — a meditation on obscurity, dignity, and the buried lives that history declines to name. A poem that taught two centuries of readers how to stand quietly in a small place and pay attention to what is no longer speaking. Alden then reads his own poem, "Bodmin," a portrait of a Cornish moorland town where the chapel bell and the prison gate still stand within sight of one another, and the past has not finished happening. The 1549 Prayer Book Rebellion marched out of these granite streets. Saints and smugglers walked them. The railway has gone quiet but the air has not. The granite walls hold tales unsaid. The episode closes with a practical discussion for any poet, novelist, or local historian: how to research the history of a place before writing about it. Parish records, county archives, local history societies, the literature of unglamorous documentation. Because the moor will not tell you its stories unless you have earned the right to ask. Competition Email your guest poem suggestion to aldencarrow78@gmail.com to enter the draw for a personally signed copy of Cornwall In Verse — Tide To Tor In Poetry, sent to you by hand. The next guest poem will come from one of you. New episodes every Wednesday at 6am. Slow down. Listen closely. There is poetry to be found. Some places do not raise their voices. They simply keep speaking.

The Whole Truth in Quiet Places: From Browning’s Orchard to Bedale’s Gentle Bloom

In this episode, we step into the quiet power of locality — from Browning’s aching orchard to the gentle, truth‑telling streets of Bedale — and discover why the surface of a place can sometimes be the whole truth. We explore how a single parish can hold an entire universe, how the smallest details become the deepest poetry, and why noticing is an act of love. You’ll hear Robert Browning’s *Home Thoughts from Abroad*, a listener‑requested poem that captures the longing for home with astonishing precision, followed by my own poem *Bedale*, a celebration of a market town whose peace is not a mask but a meaning. And this week, the stakes are higher: **your poem suggestion could win you a signed copy of *Cumbria In Verse – Lakes To Fells In Poetry*.** Every listener who emails a guest‑poem recommendation is entered into the draw — and the next featured poem will come from one of you. If you’ve ever wanted to shape an episode, this is your moment. The competition is open, the prize is personal, and the poetry we share next might be yours. Send me your suggestions by email to aldencarrow78@gmail.com

The Surface Is a Lie: Tennyson’s Kraken, Buttermere’s Depths, and the Hidden Truths of a Poet’s Life

In this must‑listen episode of Alden Carrow’s Poetry Podcast, Alden descends beneath the bright surface of things — from Tennyson’s abyssal Kraken to the steep, enclosing walls of Buttermere. Guided by the theme “the surface is a lie that holds the light,” Alden explores what lies beneath the calm, polished appearances we trust: the millennial darkness of the deep sea, the silted cold of a Lakeland lake, and the hidden pressures beneath a poet’s working life. The episode opens with Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s “The Kraken,” a listener‑requested guest poem that plunges into the ancient, dreamless depths where truth sleeps far below the reach of sunlight. Alden then shares his own poem “Buttermere,” written during a storm‑struck autumn walk in a valley where beauty, geology, and a quiet history of imposture all press against the surface at once. In the second half, Alden turns to the unseen labour of submitting to literary journals — the long silences, the sediment of rejection, and the patient, necessary work that happens out of sight. For emerging poets, this is a rare, honest guide to surviving the depths without losing heart. And as always, listeners are invited to take part in the ongoing competition: email a poem you’d love to hear featured in a future episode to aldencarrow78@gmail.com, and you’ll be entered into the draw to win a signed copy of Cumbria In Verse — Lakes To Fells In Poetry. Settle in. Slow down. There is light on the surface — but the truth is waiting beneath it.

The Mountain Needs No Audience. The Poem Does. — Coleridge's Frost at Midnight, Skiddaw in the Dark, and Why Open Mic Nights Matter

In a small cottage in Nether Stowey, on a frozen February night in 1798, Samuel Taylor Coleridge sits beside his sleeping infant son and listens. The frost is performing its secret ministry, unhelped by any wind. The world is asleep. The world does not know it is being watched. In this episode, Alden Carrow asks the question that haunts every poet who has ever stood before something older than themselves: the mountain needs no audience — but does the poem? The guest poem is "Frost at Midnight" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1798), one of the great masterpieces of conversation poetry. It is a meditation on silence, solitude, and the strange comfort of seeking ourselves in the natural world — frost forming on windows, a film fluttering on a grate, a sleeping child whose future life Coleridge dreams beneath the crags of ancient mountain. A poem about presence, lineage, and the divine indifference of the world's quiet labour. Alden then reads his own poem, "Skiddaw," a portrait of one of the Lake District's oldest fells — a mountain of dark Ordovician mudstone, five hundred million years old, snapping quietly in the dark whether anyone is there to witness it or not. The summit erased by cloud. The visible world compressed to a radius of wet moss. The geology breaking under its own indifferent gravity. The episode closes with a discussion every poet and creative will recognise: live readings, open mic nights, and the necessity of the audience. Why do we gather in the back rooms of pubs, in drafty village halls, in hushed libraries to read our words aloud? Because poetry began as breath, as voice, as rhythm shared in a lit room. The mountain may be content with its solitude. The human soul craves a witness to its own internal fractures. Competition Email your guest poem suggestion to aldencarrow78@gmail.com to enter the draw for a personally signed copy of Cumbria In Verse — Lakes To Fells In Poetry, sent to you by hand. The next guest poem will come from one of you. New episodes every Wednesday at 6am. Slow down. Listen closely. There is poetry to be found.

The Gale of Life: Housman's Wenlock Edge, Ambleside in the Rain, and Why a Poet's Mailing List Outlasts the Algorithm

On Wenlock Edge, the wood is in trouble. The Wrekin heaves under the gale, and A. E. Housman watches a wind so ancient it once tore through a Roman city — a city now lying in ashes beneath the same hill. Two thousand years of human trouble, and the wind has not noticed. In this episode, Alden Carrow walks from the Shropshire ridge to the heart of the Lake District, asking the same question Housman asked: what stays, and what passes? The guest poem is "On Wenlock Edge" from Housman's A Shropshire Lad (1896). It is a poem about deep time and stoic endurance, where the gale of life blows through every generation in turn — Roman soldier, English yeoman, the listener tonight — while the landscape itself remains. The Roman and his trouble are ashes under Uricon, but the wind still plies the saplings double. A masterclass in the small terror of being briefly here. Alden then reads his own poem, "Ambleside," a portrait of a Lakeland town caught between commerce and weather — Gore-Tex mannequins standing guard against simulated storms while Stock Ghyll thunders darkly under the floorboards. The fells lean in to confiscate the light. The town is left to count the inventory. The basin drinks the night. The episode closes with a practical conversation for any creative working today: the case for building an email newsletter and a mailing list. Social media is the inventory — transient, algorithmic, weather-prone. A mailing list is the landscape: a direct relationship with readers that no platform can interrupt, no algorithm can throttle, no rebrand can erase. Alden makes the case for sovereignty, rhythm, authenticity, and building something that outlasts the digital churn. Competition Email your guest poem suggestion to aldencarrow78@gmail.com and you will be entered into the draw to win a personally signed copy of Cumbria In Verse — Lakes To Fells In Poetry, sent to you by hand. Further competitions will follow in upcoming episodes — keep listening, and keep suggesting. New episodes every Wednesday at 6am. Slow down. Listen closely. There is poetry to be found. The Roman is ashes under Uricon. The wind is still here. So are we.