Pimlott is my
favourite flâneuse, conjuring place like no one else, with an
immaculate eye for the juicy, telling detail. In these clear-sighted poems she
confronts aging and lockdowns, both bringing a world: ‘wilder and straitened /
like the bins.’ I love Pimlott’s cast of memorable characters; her tinder-dry
wit; her hard-won knowledge that: ‘what matters now is grace on a wire, enough
sleep.’ - Clare Pollard