I’ve gotten many profound sensations when I worked up there on the scaffoldings in those cold dark places, but never like the time I was alone restoring the vault in Santa Maria Novella’s military quarters in Florence where Pontormo, one of Tuscany’s most impassioned artists, showed his genius through his Veronica. It was quite a while ago, but the memory is so vivid I recently wrote this poem remembering the experience:
His phantom breathed down my neck –
I smelled his pungent manhood,
grimy crusts on his pant thighs
he was no faint knight – his fortitude
held a madman in artists clothing.
I could see it in the swipes eroding
at his angel’s feet - a brush thick
as the Fire-eater’s brow – swift
with a dab of his thumb’s bravado
he created Veronica’s smallest toe.
I felt the energy of his prime, a storm
conjuring Veronica’s purest form -
womanhood enticing him, betrothed
under her spell when holding the cloth
of Christ’s Imprint, or perhaps his own.
I hesitated then to be up there alone
with the rumble of traffic below
stripping us bare of time. I let go
my brush so as not to touch
the Veronica he guarded so much.
His stormy emotions blew me down
numb on the cusp of the scaffold board –
my legs dangling as his breath pushed
through his love’s stare and his own glare –
My Veronica is not to be touched.
But his lunatic ghost had no powerful stand
over time’s clutch. I finally stood and began
my fearful cleaning of centuries’ dust
and history’s grime holding on
to the last stroke
of his hard caressing brush.
{This is the only photo taken of me on the job when my future husband snuck up there and took this unauthorized shot. It was a long time ago, but sometimes you just gotta do some unauthorized stuff, ya know? Look at that rickety little stool - not to mention the scaffolding! Restorers today have a bit more luxuries and safety precautions, but the ghosts remain. You just have to feel them out…}
(The poem “Restoring Pontormo’s Veronica”, by Lily Prigioniero, first appeared in the Ekphrastic Review, 2022)
Beautiful. And I love the photo of you too!
Interesting sentiment-- I’m glad you shared your poem. Those words added a depth here probably unreachable in the prose.