Amy, 15, from Deptford, is one of 15 writers named Foyle Young Poets of the Year today.

She was up against nearly 10,000 teenagers from across the world.

She is joined on the list by 15-year-old Melanie Poonai, of Harrow, and Bromley's Annie Katchinska, 16.

The winners will attend a ceremony at the Unicorn Theatre marking National Poetry Day.

Their work will be read by actors including Sophie Okonedo and published in an anthology.

The poems

Peckham Rye Lane
Amy Blakemore (aged 15)

The sun, today -
it leaks desperation,
Gunmetal droplets of perspiration
Gather.

I take the bus - through Peckham.

Knickers lie flaccid
in Primark.
Like salted jellyfish - tentacle pink,
grandmother mauve

briny in £2 racks of rainbow.

Peckham Rye lane is tight
as damp and crammed as a coconut shell

afro combs and mobile phones in the white heat –
punctuated cornrows and seed beads,
cornflower scrunchies, licqourice weaves.

The delicate babies in KFC,
children, plaid-dressed children,
wailing, clutching drumsticks like weapons.

Underfoot
the pavement is a gruesome meat,
each person is a sturdy hairbrush bristle on its surface.

Angels gaze from the treetops
like William Blake

and radiate
comfort.

Where I'm From
Melanie Poonai. (aged 15)

I am from a life filled with colour,
From the chocolate brown that is my skin.
I am from the sunshine yellow of my mother's laugh,
From the red and white of my brother's favourite football shirt.
I am from the crisp new white pages of a book,
From the miserable grey of the street I live on.
I am from green, pink and yellow; My garden in summer filled with flowers,
From the terrifying black of the nightmares that haunt me.
I am from the ginger orange of my buried cat,
From the blue and gold of my ever-short school tie.
I am from the dark oak of my grandmother's coffin,
From the golden "Aum" pendant around my neck.
I am from every pink scar etched into my body,
From the red, orange and brown of a hot curry.
I am from every identical colour of the twins I love,
From the blue and green of a hospital ward.
I am from all that has happened,
And all that will be.