The Apple of my I

An introduction to a story in honour of Apple Day. Can you work out how many varieties of apple are named here? (None are repeated).

The Apple of My I
By Simon Blakeman


It was a golden, delicious sunrise in July. Red
blaze like a rusty coat on a tiger, its redsleeves
an ambrosia beacon

Is this sundance of splendour some grove in Hawaii?
This Royal Gala of blushing golden fortune, the hightop sweet of the northern lights.
Seek-no-further, for this is an English Beauty.

Here, is Anna – Lady Williams – bathing in the Bess Pool of her Lakeland royal court. Her suntan is summer yellow, honeygold coppertone like a moore sweet Cleopatra, as she enjoys (in the buff), the Beauty of Bath Fallawater.

“As the nectar draws the bee, bring my one true love to me”

Now, here is Johnathan of the good land, the pioneer of liberty. The aroma of freedom a garland for his firm gold horse, transcendent crab.
Jonnee ‘Red’ Jonathan Laxton’s superb burgundy leathercoat, the sign of the grenadier, made him seem King Russett, as he rides through the parkland of the Garden Royale.

Soon, his discovery of the Lady, the hidden rose, will be a surprise for jonagold “vista bella”. Would Jonwin William’s pink pearl?…..

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THE PROLOGUE

[re-Enter] CHORUS

Welcome One and Well come all
Know you are invited.
The gods, the fools - here the call:
All Will - be delighted.

With heart engaged and truth upstaged,
As life is here played with,
My fancy footwork trips me up
I fall (though this with grace is).

I stand as one
I two eye the kingdom,
Over which we fly -
The sky below the land above
A topsy-turvy place called ..?

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