Shark Island <br />run down places echo each <br />of my words to my ears <br /> <br />Shark Island <br />dilipidated buildings <br />whisper back to me <br /> <br />Shark Island <br />i write to Hollywood to make <br />horror movies here <br /> <br />Shark Island <br />broken door of dilipidated building shouts <br />horror <br /> <br />Shark Island <br />you will never feel you are <br />alone <br /> <br />Shark Island <br />a crow nearly flies away <br />with my life <br /> <br />Travel six miles off the coast of Connemara, Ireland, and you’ll reach Inish Shark—or Shark Island. A hundreds-strong fishing and farming community once occupied this small, lush isle, but after decades of tough living the island was abandoned in the 1960s. Today, all that remains are the skeletal ruins of the stone-hewn village: homes, school rooms, and a church. Arrange visits to this eerie place via the town of Clifden or from neighboring Inishbofin Island.<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/travel-haiku-shark-island-ireland/
