Kathryn Armstrong
Behold, the fair pact we do possess with distant lands like Australia, where the young venture bold to work in lands remote.
The Prime Minister's Alchemic Scheme
Lo, Prime Minister Sir Keir Starmer doth hint with strength anew, that a magical scheme of youth mobility may find its bed in the negotiations with the EU.
Yet, quoth he, such musings shall not dare to summon back the bygone spectres of freedom's motion pre-Brexit.
A reciprocal allure doth he propose, whereupon the spry youth might wander lands abroad for merely two orbitals 'round the sun. But lo, none elucidates the age or number of this merry band.
Critics and Dissenters in the Shadows
Conservative voice, Kemi Badenoch, doth proclaim with ire, 'Tis but the phantom of free movement lurking through the portal unbidden.
“Youthful passage we embrace, yet migration uncapped we do abhor,” said she upon the wings of X.
Reform UK with echoing cry, its deputy, Richard Tice, doth declare this scheme a wedge, creeping towards yesteryear's EU freedom.
Yet Sir Keir doth wave off such spectres, insisting that Labour's creed eschews the liberty of movement past. "'Tis not the same," quoth he.
The Pact of Principle Yet to Be Sealed
At the grand summit's eve, a pact in principle may soon arise, embraced at fair Lancaster House.
Our herald Laura Kuenssberg speaketh of mere tentative accord, not final settlement upon the parchment.
The EU doth press for journeys of four years' length, but Albion doth ponder no more than one or two.
Ah, the Days Before the Great Divide
In yore's time before Brexit's curtain fell, the young meandered freely 'twixt shores of Britain and fair Europa.
Now, the Prime Minister doth recall with yearning the pacts with Australia and other lands where young bloods may toil, ages 'twixt eighteen and five and thirty.
Visas beckon young from twelve lands beyond the EU folds, for two years' labor or study, save those from Australia, Canada, or New Zealand who find a further year.
Oh, sweet ballots dictate the fates, as numbers sway from Andorra's scant hundred to Australia's formidable four and forty thousand.
Once, the Tory lords did spurn the EU's generous hand that would gift young souls passage 'tween eighteen and thirty in the aftermath of the great rift.
Merrily did Labour once declare its empty pla—ee plans for such mobility art far from their tapestry were they to sit upon Albion's highest dais.
Voices of London's Enchanted Weaver
Sadiq Khan, he who weaves London's vibrant tale, to BBC's Newsnight remarked, "The ruling vein doth give us echoes confused; I yearn to hear a single song, a worthy hymn for youthful motion."
Declareth he, such scheme would enkindle London's lifeblood, where in gaps of creativity, hospitality, and healing there exists the cry for hands to labour.
Labour's Dance 'Pon Negotiation's Stage
The Minister of Albion’s ties with Europa, Nick Thomas-Symonds, relayed with solemn truth of government pondering a scheme most bright as part of a covenanted EU bond.
To the Financial Times he spake, "'Twere it crafted with wit and guard, such a scheme doth boast bounties for our young, bound only by our sacred lines stained in red."
Oft was he asked if Albion might seek again Erasmus' embrace, to which he answered nay for now, yet the door to wise EU counsel stays ajar.
'Tis said by those caroling from university halls, the allure of Britannic study wanes with Brexit's shadow.
Since August two years passed, the EU's budding scholars do pay dearer tolls and find scarce loans for study's road.
With youth afloat on life's horizon, near lie debates of net and fish, amidst this first meeting since our Albion's great severance.
To Bright Isles of Prosperity
Sir Keir doth hail this parley as momentous and ripe with wealth's sweet promise for Albion's sons and daughters.
"Nary soul longs to traverse bygone years anew, yet ask they do—will it bolster life's weight, secure their trade, their kith and kin enriched?" declared he, marking this the true test.