Miss Marie stood in front of the class
The miserably neglected children milled around.
The room a flutter of whispers.
The call for action Miss Marie dreaded
Miserable pirouettes from equally miserable students.
Marcy in her food stained leotard
Juliette her eyes cloudy from what she’d been snorting.
Fiona her belly spilling from her uniform a size too small.
There were moments when the resolute Miss Marie
Could have turned her back and forgotten everything.
It would be an easy decision
The Royal Ballet couldn’t be as hard a gig.